I figured out why my gout was kicked off by the whey protein powder. The answer sucks.
The other day I heard a segment on NPR about yogurt. It reminded me that I used to eat a lot of yogurt. I like yogurt. I miss yogurt. I gave up yogurt when I realized I was lactose intolerant.
The NPR segment claimed yogurt was good for the lactose intolerant set. Really?
So, I set out on a scouting mission around the Internet to see if this was correct. Sure enough, several sites extolled the virtues of yogurt. The bacteria that makes yogurt breaks down the milk proteins, making them more edible for those with milk allergies and it breaks down the lactose into a substance that is great for maintaining colon health: lactic acid.
ACID. Whenever I see that word these days I stop in my tracks. Uric acid is the gout culprit. But, any kind of acid will make the kidneys work harder and can allow lactic acid to build up.
This got me thinking: What's the effect of lactic acid on gout? I was right to fret, it will interfere with the kidneys processing uric acid.
Then I thought: Lactic acid in whey protein powder? Yup! They use bacteria, much as they do in yogurt, to break down the proteins. This makes the protein more "bioactive" - easier to digest and thus easier to get the most bang for the buck. Which is great and all, except for the fact that those little bacteria make lactose into lactic acid. Razzlefarking-summaglitchin-grumblegrumblegrumble .... !
In conclusion: I still cannot drink milk. I still can't eat yogurt. I can't eat whey powder. And, likely, my colon is going to fall out.
That is all.
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Screw everything, except consistency.
I have repeatedly failed to achieve success, so, it's time to change priorities. How's that for sounding like a politician?
I'm 40 years old. I weigh @475 (haven't gotten on a scale in forever) - the simple truth is that I may never be able to fix my body, repair the damage done. I could very easily have a heart attack tomorrow. My body is very messed up, as anyone who has read this blog is surely aware.
Constantly starting and ending diets and exercise programs, for whatever reason, is at best frustrating. It's likely doing more harm than good.
I need to find a simple, consistent routine. Routine gets a bad rap - but my routine, my bad habits, is what got me where I am. I think routine is the path out. A diet and exercise program that becomes routine isn't a diet and exercise program anymore - it's a life style change. Can you think of anyone more in need of a life style change than I?
This morning's Treadmill Revelations:
I'm 40 years old. I weigh @475 (haven't gotten on a scale in forever) - the simple truth is that I may never be able to fix my body, repair the damage done. I could very easily have a heart attack tomorrow. My body is very messed up, as anyone who has read this blog is surely aware.
Constantly starting and ending diets and exercise programs, for whatever reason, is at best frustrating. It's likely doing more harm than good.
I need to find a simple, consistent routine. Routine gets a bad rap - but my routine, my bad habits, is what got me where I am. I think routine is the path out. A diet and exercise program that becomes routine isn't a diet and exercise program anymore - it's a life style change. Can you think of anyone more in need of a life style change than I?
This morning's Treadmill Revelations:
- Food is not a form of entertainment.
- Exercise is not a form of entertainment.
- I get as many endorphins from a half hour on the treadmill as a half hour lifting weights and the treadmill is simpler - just walk.
- Lifting weights is no more or less entertaining than the treadmill, see #2.
- The goal, right now, is weight loss. The diabetes, the congestive heart failure, the sleep apnea - all of these are related to the 300 extra pounds I'm carrying.
- When I weigh 200 pounds, I can care about finding entertaining exercise and general fitness. I'm a drowning man, worrying that my clothes are wet is a distraction.
- I'd rather never lose weight than continue to stop and start diets and workouts because of sickness, injury, frustration, depression, blah, blah, blah. Eating a salad and thinking about my next workout is better than eating a candy bar and wishing I could lose some weight.
- I'm sick and tired of the "I've just changed my diet and my body is revolting" aspect of dieting. Every time I start dieting or change my diet, my body decides it's time to camp on the couch, or camp in the bathroom! (As for the protein powder, well, it kicked off my gout. It shouldn't, but it did. There is some anecdotal evidence that I'm not the only one with this problem.)
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
First week @40
Sunday was my 40th birthday. Yeah, I'm old, whatever. I was "old" at 20 ... chronological age means nothing. You're as old as you feel, I feel like a dinosaur and always have.
It feels like I should mark this occasion. Celebrate my survival or something. But, in my case, my survival is simply staying out of the path of danger. I like to see risky situations from miles away. People that go to NASCAR make me cringe. Breathing noxious fumes may be worse than the possibility of a flaming race car tumbling into the stands - you can run from that, see it on-coming.
Beyond all of that, I've made some changes to my diet and lifestyle. I'm just hoping I can hold onto them. Today is the 9th. So far I have been to the gym everyday this month, save one, and even God rested on the Sabbath. My goal is to hit the gym every business day and most weekend/holidays. I went to the gym on my birthday!
I've also changed my gym habits. I'm doing more weight training. My boss, GmrGirl, is also my trainer and defacto nutritionist. (She can be your trainer, too.) We started getting me to do some lifting last week. She also ran my numbers when I began complaining that going to the gym and my 2000 calorie diet were showing poor results on the scale. Her point: I'm no longer sedentary. I need to eat. She wants me to do 3000 calories a day. Adding 1k of calories without adding carbs isn't easy!
My diet is now much larger. I've added an armload of fruit, less salads, more lean meat and I bought $150 of protein powder the other night. The easiest to find protein powder is Whey protein. Whey comes from milk. I'm lactose intolerant - so I figured this was a no-go. But, it turns out, the highest quality whey powder (and thus the most expensive) is also the lowest in lactose. That also makes it the lowest carb. So, I have two five pound jars of protein powder in my kitchen. Should last me a month or so the way I have been using it.
In short, lots of changes. I'm hoping, as always, to just keep the momentum. At this point, I might get on the scale toward the end of the month - maybe. My body is about to make some big changes if I can keep this up and not a lot of progress will show up on the scale. Two or three months from now, again, if I can keep this up, the scale will show drastic results ... or so I hope.
It feels like I should mark this occasion. Celebrate my survival or something. But, in my case, my survival is simply staying out of the path of danger. I like to see risky situations from miles away. People that go to NASCAR make me cringe. Breathing noxious fumes may be worse than the possibility of a flaming race car tumbling into the stands - you can run from that, see it on-coming.
Beyond all of that, I've made some changes to my diet and lifestyle. I'm just hoping I can hold onto them. Today is the 9th. So far I have been to the gym everyday this month, save one, and even God rested on the Sabbath. My goal is to hit the gym every business day and most weekend/holidays. I went to the gym on my birthday!
I've also changed my gym habits. I'm doing more weight training. My boss, GmrGirl, is also my trainer and defacto nutritionist. (She can be your trainer, too.) We started getting me to do some lifting last week. She also ran my numbers when I began complaining that going to the gym and my 2000 calorie diet were showing poor results on the scale. Her point: I'm no longer sedentary. I need to eat. She wants me to do 3000 calories a day. Adding 1k of calories without adding carbs isn't easy!
In short, lots of changes. I'm hoping, as always, to just keep the momentum. At this point, I might get on the scale toward the end of the month - maybe. My body is about to make some big changes if I can keep this up and not a lot of progress will show up on the scale. Two or three months from now, again, if I can keep this up, the scale will show drastic results ... or so I hope.
Monday, September 19, 2011
Disappointment & Anger
I know, long time since I've written out here.
And, I'm not looking for sympathy or advice, I just want to get this off my chest. Usually if I can write something out, I can figure it out. Or at least remove the drek so I can figure the rest of it out.
For those that don't know, I started a new job. Love the job for a lot of reasons. One of the cool perks about the job is that there is a gym right in the building. Good equipment and good showers - takes away a lot of excuses. Further, my boss, GmrGirl, is a professional personal trainer. Most of the team I work with is doing some form of fitness. It's a real pile of positive reinforcement.
So, yeah, I'm been dieting and working out for over a month. For my long time readers, you know that getting diet and gym together at the same time is pretty rare for me. I've been doing pretty good. Limited, minor cheats. I haven't seen a candy bar or a snack cake in well over a month. If I want sweet - I eat fruit. Low carb, lots of veggies. Two or so hours a week in the gym. I'm doing the treadmill for an hour at a time. Days between treadmill workouts, I've been doing more and more knee-push ups and ab crunches. I've tested my blood sugar every couple of days, haven't seen anything above 115. Really, I've been doing well.
I got on the scale a week or so after I started. 476 - no shock, that seems to be my "resting" weight. I decided to wait two weeks before I got back on the scale - I wanted a big number. I got 470. For a man that's used to drops of 10 pounds a week or more early in a diet, 6 pounds over two weeks seems pretty miniscule.
I decided to wait another two weeks. The gym thing is probably just balancing out the weight loss, right? Maybe I put on some muscle. (Felt like a lie, but it got me back to the gym, so, what the hell?)
This morning I got back on the scale. 469. Two weeks, one pound.
I'm angry. I'm disappointed. One pound. I had hope with how easy it's been to fall back into a diet and dive into the gym, that I would be able to hit 400 pounds by my birthday. If I'm only going to lose 2 pounds a month, I don't see that happening. I won't break 460 by my birthday.
Maybe I am putting on muscle, but MAN! - that's a lot of muscle, awfully quick. Seriously, even a normal dieter looking to lose 30 or 40 pounds can expect to lose one to two pounds a week. I need to lose 270+ pounds. I have huge fluid buildups my doc swears will depart as I exercise - I'm not seeing it. I'm on Januvia, which as we've seen before, results in large weight drops. Am I putting on five pounds of muscle a week? For a man with only 25% of the testosterone he should have, I find that unlikely.
And, OH! - The Dreadmill. The time passes more and more slowly every time I get on it. I spent four days on it this morning. I'm getting up at 5 AM, busting my hump, eating like a rabbit and I lost a pound in two weeks.
I'm tired, I'm angry, my feet hurt ... I just want to go crawl under my bed, even though I wouldn't fit.
Have no frets. I did the Dreadmill this morning. I am about to start the day with a big heaping Slim Fast bar. Lunch will be a salad - no meat - from BK. Dinner will be pretty much the same. Tomorrow will be similar. And the next day. I'm gonna keep going. I know it's the right thing to do even if the scale isn't showing it. I just prefer to see results for my efforts.
And, I'm not looking for sympathy or advice, I just want to get this off my chest. Usually if I can write something out, I can figure it out. Or at least remove the drek so I can figure the rest of it out.
For those that don't know, I started a new job. Love the job for a lot of reasons. One of the cool perks about the job is that there is a gym right in the building. Good equipment and good showers - takes away a lot of excuses. Further, my boss, GmrGirl, is a professional personal trainer. Most of the team I work with is doing some form of fitness. It's a real pile of positive reinforcement.
So, yeah, I'm been dieting and working out for over a month. For my long time readers, you know that getting diet and gym together at the same time is pretty rare for me. I've been doing pretty good. Limited, minor cheats. I haven't seen a candy bar or a snack cake in well over a month. If I want sweet - I eat fruit. Low carb, lots of veggies. Two or so hours a week in the gym. I'm doing the treadmill for an hour at a time. Days between treadmill workouts, I've been doing more and more knee-push ups and ab crunches. I've tested my blood sugar every couple of days, haven't seen anything above 115. Really, I've been doing well.
I got on the scale a week or so after I started. 476 - no shock, that seems to be my "resting" weight. I decided to wait two weeks before I got back on the scale - I wanted a big number. I got 470. For a man that's used to drops of 10 pounds a week or more early in a diet, 6 pounds over two weeks seems pretty miniscule.
I decided to wait another two weeks. The gym thing is probably just balancing out the weight loss, right? Maybe I put on some muscle. (Felt like a lie, but it got me back to the gym, so, what the hell?)
This morning I got back on the scale. 469. Two weeks, one pound.
I'm angry. I'm disappointed. One pound. I had hope with how easy it's been to fall back into a diet and dive into the gym, that I would be able to hit 400 pounds by my birthday. If I'm only going to lose 2 pounds a month, I don't see that happening. I won't break 460 by my birthday.
Maybe I am putting on muscle, but MAN! - that's a lot of muscle, awfully quick. Seriously, even a normal dieter looking to lose 30 or 40 pounds can expect to lose one to two pounds a week. I need to lose 270+ pounds. I have huge fluid buildups my doc swears will depart as I exercise - I'm not seeing it. I'm on Januvia, which as we've seen before, results in large weight drops. Am I putting on five pounds of muscle a week? For a man with only 25% of the testosterone he should have, I find that unlikely.
And, OH! - The Dreadmill. The time passes more and more slowly every time I get on it. I spent four days on it this morning. I'm getting up at 5 AM, busting my hump, eating like a rabbit and I lost a pound in two weeks.
I'm tired, I'm angry, my feet hurt ... I just want to go crawl under my bed, even though I wouldn't fit.
Have no frets. I did the Dreadmill this morning. I am about to start the day with a big heaping Slim Fast bar. Lunch will be a salad - no meat - from BK. Dinner will be pretty much the same. Tomorrow will be similar. And the next day. I'm gonna keep going. I know it's the right thing to do even if the scale isn't showing it. I just prefer to see results for my efforts.
Monday, May 2, 2011
Disappointed
I stayed on the diet and put on six pounds. Terrific.
Friday, I had the shakes again even though I stopped for lunch while I was out delivering my papers.
I'm very confused. Are my portions too big? Too much salt? Not enough water? I certainly haven't gotten to the gym.
Disappointed … but not defeated.
Friday, I had the shakes again even though I stopped for lunch while I was out delivering my papers.
I'm very confused. Are my portions too big? Too much salt? Not enough water? I certainly haven't gotten to the gym.
Disappointed … but not defeated.
Monday, April 25, 2011
I think my scale has issues.
Jumped on the scale this morning, looked down:
370
Yeeeeah. I don't think so. As much as I would love to weigh that, I doubt I lost 106 pounds in a week!
I grabbed the scale, looked all over it for a website or a RESET button or something. For being a scale that can weigh up to 660 pounds, it's a pretty simple device. Just 4 buttons. "Hold" will hold the weight so you can weigh multiple items and get a total. "Unit" switched between Pounds and Kilograms. There's an On - Off button and a button marked "Tare" - no clue what that did. No Reset of any kind.
I don't have the manual for the thing anymore - I'm sure there was one. There might have been one. Either way I don't have it. A series of web searches revealed that a) the MedWeigh company is in New Jersey (the sticker on the scale says Brooklyn) and b) MedWeigh does not have a web site or support of any kind. Great.
So, I went back and power reset the thing - when in doubt, fall back on old skills. When it came back up I tried weighing some water. 16 oz. of water weighs a pound, right? So, I gathered water in containers, about 224 ounces, 7 quarts - about 14 pounds. Scale said it was 11 pounds. Wrong!
Power cycled the thing again. The On/Off button is actually the On/Zero/Off button. If you hit this button it will zero out the weight. Thus, if you sit the scale on a slightly uneven surface, and it reads -8 pounds, you can zero that out and get an accurate weight. And that's about what happened. When the scale came back on, it was reading -8 pounds. So, I zeroed it out and tried the water again. It weighed 14 pounds this time. I got on the scale:
425
Again, I would love for this to be my weight. But, I doubt I lost 50 pounds in one week. Maybe the scale had been screwed up last week? Maybe I did weigh 425? My shirts don't fit like I weigh 425!
Then, something occurred to me: 14 pounds of water - in containers - would weigh more than 14 pounds. The containers weigh something. And, what the hell is "Tare?"
Tare
–noun
1. The weight of the wrapping, receptacle, or conveyance containing goods.
Hmmm … I went back to the scale, hit the "Tare" button and a tiny symbol on the display went away. Hopped on the scale; 465.
While I'm not a fan of my current weight, 465 is a lot more realistic than 370!
Regardless of all of this fun. I've stayed on my diet all week, including going out for dinner last night. I went shopping after dinner last night and just the thought of going near the baked goods area was repulsive. I love that! When this diet works, it works so well!
Breakfast has been waiting in the kitchen for about an hour - Ima go eat now!
370
Yeeeeah. I don't think so. As much as I would love to weigh that, I doubt I lost 106 pounds in a week!
I grabbed the scale, looked all over it for a website or a RESET button or something. For being a scale that can weigh up to 660 pounds, it's a pretty simple device. Just 4 buttons. "Hold" will hold the weight so you can weigh multiple items and get a total. "Unit" switched between Pounds and Kilograms. There's an On - Off button and a button marked "Tare" - no clue what that did. No Reset of any kind.
I don't have the manual for the thing anymore - I'm sure there was one. There might have been one. Either way I don't have it. A series of web searches revealed that a) the MedWeigh company is in New Jersey (the sticker on the scale says Brooklyn) and b) MedWeigh does not have a web site or support of any kind. Great.
So, I went back and power reset the thing - when in doubt, fall back on old skills. When it came back up I tried weighing some water. 16 oz. of water weighs a pound, right? So, I gathered water in containers, about 224 ounces, 7 quarts - about 14 pounds. Scale said it was 11 pounds. Wrong!
Power cycled the thing again. The On/Off button is actually the On/Zero/Off button. If you hit this button it will zero out the weight. Thus, if you sit the scale on a slightly uneven surface, and it reads -8 pounds, you can zero that out and get an accurate weight. And that's about what happened. When the scale came back on, it was reading -8 pounds. So, I zeroed it out and tried the water again. It weighed 14 pounds this time. I got on the scale:
425
Again, I would love for this to be my weight. But, I doubt I lost 50 pounds in one week. Maybe the scale had been screwed up last week? Maybe I did weigh 425? My shirts don't fit like I weigh 425!
Then, something occurred to me: 14 pounds of water - in containers - would weigh more than 14 pounds. The containers weigh something. And, what the hell is "Tare?"
Tare
–noun
1. The weight of the wrapping, receptacle, or conveyance containing goods.
Hmmm … I went back to the scale, hit the "Tare" button and a tiny symbol on the display went away. Hopped on the scale; 465.
While I'm not a fan of my current weight, 465 is a lot more realistic than 370!
Regardless of all of this fun. I've stayed on my diet all week, including going out for dinner last night. I went shopping after dinner last night and just the thought of going near the baked goods area was repulsive. I love that! When this diet works, it works so well!
Breakfast has been waiting in the kitchen for about an hour - Ima go eat now!
Friday, April 22, 2011
Lessons Learned
Friday is my busiest day - which isn't saying much. My business is ramping up, but it's still pretty slow. It's been a very long ramp. Anyway, on Fridays I deliver my paper. I also felt inspired, I wanted to get some new places to distribute my paper. I aimed at three.
The day started well. I had some bananas in soy milk. I also made a concoction I'm kinda proud of - I found a coffee product that is surprisingly good. I've adopted the Pacific Northwest as my home, so I don't have/haven't found the Coffee Snob Gene. I'm more of a tea guy, if anything. I like the smell and taste of coffee, but not in large amounts. Bitter, over roasted coffee turns me right off. People say "French Roast" and I start looking for water, tea, coke - anything. Anyway, I found this Nescafe Suave stuff in the store. The label is in Spanish with English subtitles - how American! It's just instant coffee, but it's not as bitter. A big mug about half full of water in the nuker for three minutes, two spoons of this stuff, six packets of Splenda and fill the rest of the cup with Vanilla soy milk and you have a coffee drink I can get behind! It has a very nice caramel finish. Smells just incredible. It even looks pretty in the cup! It'll probably take me a year to get through the container, but not bad to stay on my diet and fill my odd, here and there coffee yearning. Certainly cheaper than a $5 (or more!) Soy Latte at some coffee place!
So, I had my bananas in milk and my cheapo latte, jumped in the shower and hit the road. I delivered here and there and then pulled into my first target: the Lakepointe Bar & Grill. It's a pub in Kenmore - that just recently started serving lunch - excellent. I walked in, walked up to the bar and caught the attention of the man behind the bar.
Barkeep: Can I help you?
Me: Yes, I'd like to distribute my newspaper here.
BK: Okay.
Me: Have you heard of the Coffee News®?
BK: Yup.
Me: (FIRST TIME this has happened! Everyone says "No") R-really? Can I put the stand up over there?
BK: Sure.
Me: Thanks!
I was so excited I totally forgot to ask the nice man's name. It was literally that easy. In December I was either being told the decision maker wasn't around and I could never get the decision maker or I was given the third degree - now people just don't mind. Sure, put it up right over there.
The next two new places were about as easy. Sure-right-over-there-thanks. Great. I got all three places I aimed to get and I ended the day with a grand total of 25 distribution points. Nice. The biz is doing well. It doesn't feel like I'm selling an empty bag anymore. Makes me happy.
As I got out at Pasion Tequila, the last restaurant I've added to my empire, I had that fuzzy & fragile feeling I get when my blood sugar is too low. Usually, I have some time when I get this feeling. I was nearly done, so I wasn't worried. I placed my new stand, got in the car and started driving. The fuzziness got worse - fast. Hmm … there was a Safeway up the street, I decided to stop in and get a snack, some Slimfast bars or something. I parked and walked in, the fuzziness getting worse. I decided on a small OJ, I hunted the store until I found some South Beach bars and I grabbed a large container of raisins. By the time I got in line, I could barely see straight. The lady at the counter was asking me questions and I was trying to talk and be polite and eventually I told her my blood sugar was crashing. She handed me the OJ and asked if I needed her to call anyone. She was nice, but I waived her off, telling her I was gonna go outside and eat the bars. I drunkenly walked to the car, drinking my OJ. I polished off two bars and the OJ and probably a cup of raisins. That wasn't fun!
So, lesson learned. The remainder of the bars are in the car and there they will stay. If I had gotten that fuzzy while driving, I'm not sure what would have happened. The next time I get that fuzzy feeling, I'm not going to wait - I'm going to eat something. That was scary and I don't want it to happen again. My Fridays are getting longer as I add more locations and it's a lot of activity; drive, get out of the car, walk, walk back, get back in the car, drive, wait in traffic, repeat 25 times. My goal is to have 50 distribution points, so this isn't going to get easier. This is the first week I've done this while dieting. I'm usually slurping on a full sugar soda after having a pile of fast-food. I'm going to start bringing a few snacks with me. I may even make it a Friday ritual to eat lunch at one of the restaurants I deliver my paper to - can't hurt, right? Just a salad or something, but some food none the less! Speaking of food, dinner is pictured there on the left - chicken breast stir-fried in olive oil with mushrooms and broccoli. (It needed ginger and soy - on my shopping list) That was a big bowl of food. I couldn't finish it. Snack for tomorrow!
All in all, a good day - even with a big bump in the middle. Now, if I can just make some sales ….
The day started well. I had some bananas in soy milk. I also made a concoction I'm kinda proud of - I found a coffee product that is surprisingly good. I've adopted the Pacific Northwest as my home, so I don't have/haven't found the Coffee Snob Gene. I'm more of a tea guy, if anything. I like the smell and taste of coffee, but not in large amounts. Bitter, over roasted coffee turns me right off. People say "French Roast" and I start looking for water, tea, coke - anything. Anyway, I found this Nescafe Suave stuff in the store. The label is in Spanish with English subtitles - how American! It's just instant coffee, but it's not as bitter. A big mug about half full of water in the nuker for three minutes, two spoons of this stuff, six packets of Splenda and fill the rest of the cup with Vanilla soy milk and you have a coffee drink I can get behind! It has a very nice caramel finish. Smells just incredible. It even looks pretty in the cup! It'll probably take me a year to get through the container, but not bad to stay on my diet and fill my odd, here and there coffee yearning. Certainly cheaper than a $5 (or more!) Soy Latte at some coffee place!
So, I had my bananas in milk and my cheapo latte, jumped in the shower and hit the road. I delivered here and there and then pulled into my first target: the Lakepointe Bar & Grill. It's a pub in Kenmore - that just recently started serving lunch - excellent. I walked in, walked up to the bar and caught the attention of the man behind the bar.
Barkeep: Can I help you?
Me: Yes, I'd like to distribute my newspaper here.
BK: Okay.
Me: Have you heard of the Coffee News®?
BK: Yup.
Me: (FIRST TIME this has happened! Everyone says "No") R-really? Can I put the stand up over there?
BK: Sure.
Me: Thanks!
I was so excited I totally forgot to ask the nice man's name. It was literally that easy. In December I was either being told the decision maker wasn't around and I could never get the decision maker or I was given the third degree - now people just don't mind. Sure, put it up right over there.
The next two new places were about as easy. Sure-right-over-there-thanks. Great. I got all three places I aimed to get and I ended the day with a grand total of 25 distribution points. Nice. The biz is doing well. It doesn't feel like I'm selling an empty bag anymore. Makes me happy.
As I got out at Pasion Tequila, the last restaurant I've added to my empire, I had that fuzzy & fragile feeling I get when my blood sugar is too low. Usually, I have some time when I get this feeling. I was nearly done, so I wasn't worried. I placed my new stand, got in the car and started driving. The fuzziness got worse - fast. Hmm … there was a Safeway up the street, I decided to stop in and get a snack, some Slimfast bars or something. I parked and walked in, the fuzziness getting worse. I decided on a small OJ, I hunted the store until I found some South Beach bars and I grabbed a large container of raisins. By the time I got in line, I could barely see straight. The lady at the counter was asking me questions and I was trying to talk and be polite and eventually I told her my blood sugar was crashing. She handed me the OJ and asked if I needed her to call anyone. She was nice, but I waived her off, telling her I was gonna go outside and eat the bars. I drunkenly walked to the car, drinking my OJ. I polished off two bars and the OJ and probably a cup of raisins. That wasn't fun!
All in all, a good day - even with a big bump in the middle. Now, if I can just make some sales ….
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