hey. hi. it's been a little while. so the new job starts soon and i've been eating pretty badly for some reason and i'm tired and i think coming down with something. yesterday every thought i had was slowed down like my brain was bouncing the signal off a satellite high in the stratosphere before allowing me access to it, and today clearly that satellite has been hit by a small meteor. headaches, irritability, spaced-outedness, feeling generally like a slimy discharge. let's see if we can figure out what went wrong.
Morning:
-oatmeal w/ blueberries. nothing too shocking here. i've just run out of oatmeal, so let's see if the world ends if i eat something else for breakfast.
-decaf coffee. ok. this is the first sign that something is seriously awry. in a questionable plan to live a less useful and interesting life, i am trying to cut out caffeine and alcohol from my diet. on the former fronts i am succeeding beyond my wildest dreams, but the alcohol consumption is holding steady. i'm holding caffeine (or lack thereof) mostly to blame here, but let's continue this exercise, shall we?
-protein bar. nothing new here either.
Lunch:
-buffalo chicken salad with iceberg lettuce. what a depressing salad this was. just looking at it made me sad, and i'm sad again thinking about it. comprised of deep fried chicken fingers submerged in a spicy buffalo sauce dropped on half a head of shredded iceberg, looking at this salad was like looking at a guy who has just been served his divorce papers after 8 years of marriage because he cheated or maybe he killed someone in a car accident or did something stupid that was his fault and you could tell he knew this was coming but he wasn't prepared for the incredible sinking feeling and he's sort of looking at his hands and feet like they aren't even attached to him and he's wondering what the force is exactly that is holding him together. sometimes he's not sure he really loved her and maybe he hadn't ever loved anything and maybe no one had ever really loved him. not the real him, the person who did those terrible things. he's feeling the depths of this, connecting his sadness with all sadness everywhere, the hopelessness of it, and he hasn't shaved or taken care of himself very well and maybe he puts on whatever clothes are nearby and writes a check for milk and eggs at the store and people look at him and it's true, it doesn't look like there's anything holding him together other than tendons and skin. that guy is like the salad. no dressing or bleu cheese. served cold (the chicken). just because something has the word 'salad' in it does not mean that it has to be in any way good for you. in the back of my mind i knew this, but decided to go with the buffalo chicken anyway because, well because i didn't think it would be like this. sidebar.
-green tea. in the coffee-free world that i envision, green tea is king. i would love it just as much as coffee, if not more. maybe i just need to drink a lot more of it to make this work. thing is, i really like coffee. the desire to be healthy and drink green tea is at war with the coffee-loving part of me, and it's tearing me apart.
Dinner:
-huevos rancheros. 3 omega-3 eggs w/ tortilla, salsa, and sour cream. eaten cold because i totally forgot about picking up the farm share yet again and rushed out to meet my wonderful girlfriend at the co-op. (good stuff at the farm share. 7.5 lbs of sweet potatos! i don't really like sweet potatos, but i am going to try to eat all of them. also a big stalk of brussel sprouts. i don't really like those either, but i will also give them a try.
possible themes of the week:
"force it down week"
"just a few more bites week"
"here comes the locomotive, choo choo! chuggachugga-chuggachugga mmmmmmmm! week"
"why do i do this to myself? why?! week"
"that wasn't so bad week")
-big bowl of spinach w/ newman's italian dressing. good. i would like to see more of this sort of thing in the future. hardly any vegetables these days, though. not good.
-bourbon and water (maker's mark). this is my new drink because i really feel every sip of this drink. it is not easy to knock back a lot of this, at least for me.
-schaeffer lager. one 12 oz can. cheap. bukowski tavern.
-one boneless buffalo wing. i don't know why i ate this. i was still hungry. i didn't really eat a lot of food yesterday. nutritionally this was just me throwing up my hands. bukowski's.
a brief analysis
-strong symptoms of caffeine withdrawal
-malnourishment from lack of vegetables
-not enough healthy fats
-probably not enough total calories when taking into account 4-5x a week vigorous exercise
-maybe bourbon is not the right unpleasant-tasting liqour for me
Morning:
-oatmeal w/ blueberries. nothing too shocking here. i've just run out of oatmeal, so let's see if the world ends if i eat something else for breakfast.
-decaf coffee. ok. this is the first sign that something is seriously awry. in a questionable plan to live a less useful and interesting life, i am trying to cut out caffeine and alcohol from my diet. on the former fronts i am succeeding beyond my wildest dreams, but the alcohol consumption is holding steady. i'm holding caffeine (or lack thereof) mostly to blame here, but let's continue this exercise, shall we?
-protein bar. nothing new here either.
Lunch:
-buffalo chicken salad with iceberg lettuce. what a depressing salad this was. just looking at it made me sad, and i'm sad again thinking about it. comprised of deep fried chicken fingers submerged in a spicy buffalo sauce dropped on half a head of shredded iceberg, looking at this salad was like looking at a guy who has just been served his divorce papers after 8 years of marriage because he cheated or maybe he killed someone in a car accident or did something stupid that was his fault and you could tell he knew this was coming but he wasn't prepared for the incredible sinking feeling and he's sort of looking at his hands and feet like they aren't even attached to him and he's wondering what the force is exactly that is holding him together. sometimes he's not sure he really loved her and maybe he hadn't ever loved anything and maybe no one had ever really loved him. not the real him, the person who did those terrible things. he's feeling the depths of this, connecting his sadness with all sadness everywhere, the hopelessness of it, and he hasn't shaved or taken care of himself very well and maybe he puts on whatever clothes are nearby and writes a check for milk and eggs at the store and people look at him and it's true, it doesn't look like there's anything holding him together other than tendons and skin. that guy is like the salad. no dressing or bleu cheese. served cold (the chicken). just because something has the word 'salad' in it does not mean that it has to be in any way good for you. in the back of my mind i knew this, but decided to go with the buffalo chicken anyway because, well because i didn't think it would be like this. sidebar.
-green tea. in the coffee-free world that i envision, green tea is king. i would love it just as much as coffee, if not more. maybe i just need to drink a lot more of it to make this work. thing is, i really like coffee. the desire to be healthy and drink green tea is at war with the coffee-loving part of me, and it's tearing me apart.
Dinner:
-huevos rancheros. 3 omega-3 eggs w/ tortilla, salsa, and sour cream. eaten cold because i totally forgot about picking up the farm share yet again and rushed out to meet my wonderful girlfriend at the co-op. (good stuff at the farm share. 7.5 lbs of sweet potatos! i don't really like sweet potatos, but i am going to try to eat all of them. also a big stalk of brussel sprouts. i don't really like those either, but i will also give them a try.
possible themes of the week:
"force it down week"
"just a few more bites week"
"here comes the locomotive, choo choo! chuggachugga-chuggachugga mmmmmmmm! week"
"why do i do this to myself? why?! week"
"that wasn't so bad week")
-big bowl of spinach w/ newman's italian dressing. good. i would like to see more of this sort of thing in the future. hardly any vegetables these days, though. not good.
-bourbon and water (maker's mark). this is my new drink because i really feel every sip of this drink. it is not easy to knock back a lot of this, at least for me.
-schaeffer lager. one 12 oz can. cheap. bukowski tavern.
-one boneless buffalo wing. i don't know why i ate this. i was still hungry. i didn't really eat a lot of food yesterday. nutritionally this was just me throwing up my hands. bukowski's.
a brief analysis
-strong symptoms of caffeine withdrawal
-malnourishment from lack of vegetables
-not enough healthy fats
-probably not enough total calories when taking into account 4-5x a week vigorous exercise
-maybe bourbon is not the right unpleasant-tasting liqour for me
posted by Griff at 11:33 AM
5 Comments:
I tried to replace coffee with green tea for about a week. I ended up sleepy and/or angry, no matter how much of the stuff I swilled. I think it's a supplement, not a replacement.
airplane coming into the hangar...
if you want to cut out caffeine, try yerba mate...there is a huge debate as to what the stimulant in it actually is, but in brazil and argentina they've been drinking tons of it for centuries. even che drank it.
my suggestion: drink it strong, with honey.
and, that salad description: iceburg is pretty depressing, but i never found myself wanting to buy it a nice stiff drink, until now.
oh yeah, yerba mate! i have a special yerba mate straw around here somewhere. it's made of cheap metal.
epidemiologic studies done in peru/uruguay suggest an increased cancer risk (lung, bladder, oral, esophageal) for heavy yerba mate drinkers. detractors lay the blame on the mate's temperature (scalding hot --> cell damage --> cancer), not its mate-ness. still, i'd recommend that delicious boyfriends and his associates abstain.
yes, i've read this study. it's not the mate, it's the temperature...they've done the same study with coffee and tea drinkers who drink their drinks scalding hot. (people in these countries just happen to drink a lot more mate than we drink coffee, seriously, they're mate fiends).
i wouldn't reccommend drinking any drink that hot...and the bombilla (that strange metal straw/siphon thingie) will burn you lips.
one large, strong cup a day, (which is really all you need to get yourself going) isn't going to harm you...so this shouldn't really be an issue with american mate drinkers.
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