So, after four hours in the ER last night I think I learned a valuable lesson.
Last night, we had our family Easter dinner. My wife made a wonderful spread, including many vegetarian dishes.
Unfortunately, I didn’t stick to the vegetarian dishes.
As you may know, since January 17 I’ve lost nearly 50 pounds by changing my dietary habits.
I eliminated processed foods, limited meats and dairy, and have mostly consumed whole foods and vegetables.
Well, yesterday I thought I’d “live a little” and enjoy those things I’ve avoided.
I had a some ham, some devilled eggs, some cheese, some summer sausage, some sweetened tea, some bread, and some double chocolate chip bundt cake with cream cheese frosting (plus I had a small Italian sub from Quizno’s for lunch).
Any one of those foods would probably be okay. But the “somes” added up and made my body say, “WTF!”
Shortly after eating the cake, I started to feel very uncomfortable. Being a guy, I figure I’ll keep quiet and just work through it.
My chest felt tight and I was having shortness of breath. Of course, this was happening as some of our guests were leaving.
I tried moving around to get comfortable without success. I tried standing, sitting, crouching, stooping. No success.
After some guests left, I made my way to my bedroom. I tried to lay down, sit up, hunch over the dresser. No success.
I was starting to sweat. I was clammy. I was pale.
I thought maybe it was gas I should try to make stool and that would relieve the pain. Success on making it, but no success on relieving it.
So I headed back out to the living room and sat down.
Everyone’s looking at me.
I was grey. I was sweating. I felt like bricks were weighing down my chest. My breathing was measured.
My sister-in-law, who is a physician, took my pulse and she and my wife asked some questions.
They asked if I though I should go to the hospital.
I said, “Yes.”
I had never felt like that and I was scared.
It’s about a ten-minute drive to the hospital and by the time we arrived much of the chest pressure had subsided.
So they got me registed and hooked up to all kinds of gadgets in the ER.
I had an EKG. I had blood work. I was hooked up to machines to monitor my vital signs. I received oxygen and had an IV started.
Then I had a CT Scan. The technician told me they were looking for blood clots or embolisms.
After four hours in the ER they determined it wasn’t a cardiac event. My lungs were great. All my vitals were strong and normal.
It was looking more and more like a digestive event.
I’ve spent the last three months detoxing my body from 46-years of bad food consumption and habits and I think it rebelled against the “somes” of food I with which I was re-poisoning it!
I feel fine. Well, I feel stupid. But whatever…lesson learned.
Holidays do not get a pass from my whole life lifestyle.
I must stay the course.
Time to go; my oatmeal’s calling me.
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Making Black Beans and Rice, served with Brussels Sprouts for dinner tonight. I guess I haven’t learned my lesson about portions yet. I just noticed this was a recipe serving 16! Sadly, there’re only two of us here for dinner. Leftovers anyone?
I blew off my cardio tonight. Feeling guilty. Guess I need to make up for it tomorrow!
Had a veggie burrito at Jimboy’s today after my cardio workout.
I am amazed at how my food likes and dislikes are changing since I started my whole life approach.
The burrito had tomatoes on it. For 46 years I have not eaten non-processed tomatoes (sauce was okay, chunks were not).
I ate every tomato on the burrito!
Is it possible my taste buds are recovering from decades of processed food abuse?!
I’d like to think, “YES!”
I made it!
This week was so much harder than it was in January when I began my Whole Life journey.
Maybe it was the addition of my workouts. Maybe I’m just being wimpy.
Regardless, I finished.
Here’s to oatmeal in the morning!!
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