I haven\u2019t been tummy sick for three years. I generally eat healthy with very few processed foods, nothing packaged, nothing fried, no four legged animals. When I eat something too heavy or fatty, my system lets me know. It rejects it mid process, saying \u201cEnough, no more.\u201d It\u2019s not like it happened overnight. It\u2019s not like I had no warning. The last 12 months I\u2019d begun eating bread again, rediscovering sandwiches and eating them almost every day. That in itself is heavy for me. I began drinking coffee and Teechino almost daily, with milk. That\u2019s good for 15 extra pounds a year later. I\u2019d also begun enjoying tasty fried catfish. I\u2019d gone seven years of absolutely no fried anything to eating it once or twice a month without guilt. Yesterday was one of those days.\u00a0\u00a0 <\/p>\n
Just last week I finally cut out bread again and began to eat lighter. On the way back from delivering magazines to Cassadaga on Memorial Day, we stopped at The Dao, a favorite Sushi bar restaurant by the house. They have a big selection of freshly made sushi as well as the hot dishes you\u2019d find in a Chinese buffet. And fried fish. I always get the same thing. Edamame beans in their shell, cucumber salad, volcano roll and shrimp tempura sushi, string beans, onions, mushrooms, broccoli, a few shrimp and a couple of pieces of fried fish. Yesterday I had wonton soup also with two wontons, which are pork. And by the end of the meal I\u2019d eaten three pieces of fish. The man thought it was greasy but I didn\u2019t agree as I was mesmerized by the taste. But he was right.\u00a0 And I could have eaten just one piece but NO, I had to have two pieces for dessert.<\/p>\n
Four hours later, I began sweating with nausea and chills. My tummy rumbled and a four hour dance began of being up every 15 minutes purging my body. The madness stopped by 10pm leaving me drained. I slept on the couch.\u00a0 It was a teaching moment for me.\u00a0 I\u2019d slacked off my good eating habits for a year.\u00a0 Now that I was sufficiently motivated, it would be easy to get back on track.<\/p>\n
It was a teaching moment for Benny the Cat as well.\u00a0 He got tired of me not opening the back door for him last night so he began going in and out the cat door on his own, which I usually have to stuff him thru. I saw him on the porch twice but didn\u2019t have the energy to walk over and open the door. He began making a ruckus since he knew I\u2019d seen him. I fell asleep to the sound of him pawing at the glass and merping angry quips at me. I woke up and Ben had come in the cat door with a frog, which I liberated when he jumped on my leg.\u00a0 In the next 4 hours, he was in and out the cat door 4-5 times. So Benny has the cat door phobia over with I think. Necessity is the mother of invention.\u00a0 Yay for teaching moments.<\/p>\n