much more muchier

OK, not exactly killing me, but definitely making me feel like a bag of smashed ass.

I am noticing a pattern of feeling great for a few days, and then out of nowhere feeling like I drank a cup of bleach.  Since there can’t be this many germs and virus lingering around, I am starting to think I am eating something, or lots of things, that are seriously pissing off my body.

A couple of years ago I was sick all the time and throwing up on a regular basis (such an attractive thing to be posting on the internet…).  After a long process of elimination I realized that gluten was to blame.  Now that I am starting to feel sick again, I am examining my food choices for any new suspects.  Here is what I have come up with:

1.) Sugar: I almost never add sugar to anything.  Not even my tea.  Since I don’t physically add sugar to my food I have been assuming that my sugar consumption is on the low end of normal.  So. Very. Untrue.  I have a serious sweet tooth and probably go for a sugary snack between 2 and 5 times a day.  That is a hell of a lot of sugar!

2.) Saturated Fat:  I am a big believer that we shouldn’t cut out all fat from our diets.  That said, I have been known to pour the excess bacon grease back into the pan with the main course “for flavor”.  That might be killing me.

3.) Gluten Free Products: Since I can’t eat gluten, most pasta and bread is off limits for me.  But when I find a gluten free bread (or even better, cake) I go nuts.  Gluten is what gives bread its wonderful texture, without it your bread would resemble a rock.  So when it comes to making gluten free bread, modifications need to be made.  I have learned that most of these modifications come in the form of chemicals.  Probably not doing me any favors in the health department…

For the next couple of days I am going to try to limit my food choices to fruits and veggies and other whole foods.  I am also going to track what I eat and exactly when I start to feel like crap.

Since my go to breakfast choice these days in gluten free cinnamon chex, I had to make a healthy substitution this morning.  The only thing I could come up with was asparagus.

Yeah, asparagus for breakfast.  Not Cool.

I don’t remember much of this weekend.  I know there was rain, a headache, a call to mom, and lots of sleep.  I was probably awake for a cumulative 10 hours Saturday and Sunday.

I have no idea what caused that 56-hour bug, but it left me better than it found me.  Not to get all Sound of Music on you, but life was pretty good today.

Nothing extraordinary happened, I just had one of those days where I realized how good I have it.  Don’t get me wrong, life isn’t perfect, but it’s pretty damn good, especially when it’s cherry season.

This part of Italy is known for cherries, and they really are worth talking about.  The ladies at the local cherry stand sell one kilogram baskets, but I can take down a kilogram of cherries in one sitting.  So today I asked for the whole crate.

They looked at each other and one of them asked me if I seriously wanted seven kilograms (about 15.5 pounds) of cherries.

Yes Ma’am, I do.

Immediately after I took this picture I sat at my outside table with my feet up and ate cherries until my stomach hurt.

This weekend was not one for the record books, but as Monday’s go, this one was pretty fantastic.