Saturday, January 24, 2015

Blogging 2015: 123 down, 1892 to go

I finally got some decent sleep today!  Last night I was draaaaaaaaaging between 2 and 5am.  Not that that time frame doesn't inherently drag, but it's a lot worse when you're tired.

I got to try a new juice this morning. It was really good.  But it wasn't bacon, which is sad.

Such a pretty color.

After sleeping, I got on the treader.  It was warm out today, and I could have gone outside, but I'm still drinking gallons of fluid and like the bathroom close.  Also, this whole deal is a pretty extreme reduction in calories and I didn't want to take the chance of browning out while far from home.  I'm not sure why I'm so worried about that as it hasn't been an issue...just history I guess.  I've had that happen more than once in my life and I get paranoid about it.

Me and my buddy Torvald.

After my little 5 mile jaunt, I drank my Zinger (seriously, I'm in love) and showered up so we could take the kids to the Gambler game.  The girl child had been to a game before (her recollection?  "I remember it was loud") but not the boy children.  They got hot dogs and soda (which is a big deal-I can count on one hand the number of times they've had soda) and their reactions to the sodas were pretty priceless.  The boys both thought the soda was "too spicy"-it was cola.  The girl pouted because she was "hoping for water". If I can successfully raise children who don't drink soda because they don't like it, then I get a prize.  

This whole juice fast is pretty fucking fascinating.  I haven't been terribly hungry, which is surprising, and my reaction to hunger is less frightening.  I just grab a juice or make a cup of tea and it subsides.  I'm certainly better hydrated than I've been in a while.  After just 2 days my complexion is brighter.  The most bizarre thing?  I don't crave sweets at all. This may be because most of the juices are somewhat sweet, but who knows.  All I know is that the stuff I'm craving isn't my usual go to stuff.  What I want is salt. OMGSALT.  
The reason this shocks me so much is that I'm not typically a salty snacker.  I mean, I L-O-V-E salt.  I use it when I cook and my husband will tell you that I think everything needs salt.  I've been salting the shit out of my food since I was a kid.  There was initially a medical reason for that.  I had (have) extremely low blood pressure and used to pass out a lot, sometimes with injurious results.  The suggestion my parents were given was to make sure I got plenty of salt, so my palate is used to that flavor.  I've never, ever watched my sodium intake for that reason.  I don't need to.  I could eat blocks of salt and my systolic pressure never rises above 105.  That said, I don't typically crave salty foods.  When I crave, I crave sugar.  Sugar and highly processed carbs.  Tonight I spent most of the hockey game trying to breathe in the scents of popcorn and hot dogs and salty pretzels in an attempt to satiate the salt craving.  It kind of worked. The desire for salt was almost overwhelming between 5 and 7am this morning.  Maybe because I've conditioned myself to eat eggs and bacon at that time every day?  Who knows, but I considered just pouring salt packets into my mouth.

Tonight before the hockey game the kids were eating corn chips and my little son held up a Frito and said "Mommy, have you tried these?  They're delicious." I don't even like Fritos and I considered just licking one.

I. Want. Salt. 


And not that overpriced restaurant in DePere.  

1 comment:

  1. I also have insanely low BP. I've never heard this salt theory. I don't watch salt but I was raised barely ever adding it to food. I also had times as a kid that I would black out. Even as an adult, it has happened. The most notable was when I was checking out at Woodmans and I had to sit down right there, smack dab in the middle of the check out line, because I was blacking out and going numb. Does the salt trick work?!?