Tough Morning So Far

I went to sleep really late last night. It was almost 1:00am. I slept for less than six hours and it was pretty crummy quality. I got out of bed a little before 7:00am and started my 30 minute exercise only to have to stop after 10 minutes because we had an air conditioner tech coming out to service our central air and our mini-split. He left just as I was starting work so it didn’t interfere with anything in a problematic way, it just messed with my routine. At least I was able to put the laundry away and do the dishes and setup the PlayStation 4 in the rearranged living room. There will be surround sound Rush blu rays spinning in the near future.

My stomach is a bit of a mess today. I was short on my protein counts yesterday so about an hour before I went to bed I had about an ounce of peanuts to get myself over the 60 gram goal. I finished over an hour before I conked out for the night, but my stomach still feels off. Maybe peanuts late at night is a bad idea. I did eat some scrambled eggs for breakfast this morning and boy am I gassy now. The burps are seismic. Let’s keep an eye on this today, shall we?

Speaking of Rush, today would have been Neil Peart’s 70th birthday. His brother asked fans to wear Rush t-shirts today in his memory. I am partaking, but should I need to join a conference call with a customer I’ll change into a collared shirt.

On the topics of weight loss and collared shirts, I bought some new clothes on Saturday. Two office appropriate shirts and two pairs of jeans. The shirts are one “X” size smaller than what I bought pre-surgery. The jeans are four inches smaller on the waist than the last time I bought jeans, and eight inches smaller than what I was wearing pre-surgery. I’m wearing new jeans right now and boy does it feel nice to wear clothes that fit. Oh, yes.

Okay, back to work. Talk to you later, kids.

Bad Lunch

I made some mistakes with my lunch today. I took a little chicken and a few grapes. Probably a little too much of each. Then when I was getting near the end of the chicken I guess I was biting off too much and along came the stomach discomfort. I don’t really think I was nauseous, maybe a bit, but not really. No, it was mostly just discomfort. It didn’t feel good. I got up and walked around and ended up in the backyard where I saw this:


I didn’t finish the last 0.2 oz of the chicken, and I haven’t touched the grapes. I might, but probably not for another half hour or so. I need to make sure I recover before I try to eat anything else.

I need to be smarter about stuff like this. If I had been in the office… that would be tough to deal with.


Today has been a day. Meetings and more meetings. I had seven on my schedule but I punted one of them off until tomorrow so I ended up with six. I just got out of the last one. I was able to sneak in about half an hour for food and that was only enough time to eat half of what I brought with me. I got through all of the protein but none of the fruit. Last night’s dinner was similar. I got through all of the protein but none of the vegetables. Today the issue was time. Last night the issue was nausea, but the end result is the same. Uneaten food. I might try to snack on a few grapes while driving home, but only if I’m feeling okay on the hydration front. I have been feeling super dried out pretty much all day today. I have 45 minutes to go before quitting time and my water bottle is full. Let’s see how I feel.

Also, it just started pouring out here. Fingers crossed it stops before I have to walk out to my car. A working boy can hope, right?

Change of Plans

We are not going into the city today. There has been a change of plans.

It’s okay, we’ll find something else to do for Harry today.

I went to see my mother today. It went okay. Actually better than most of my visits.

I have some work to do today and I am procrastinating like a crazy person. I sort of have after dinner earmarked for business stuff. We’ll see.

I have been doing an epically shitty job keeping track of my food and drink today. I create an entry when I start something and then forget to close off the entry when I finish. Everything is guesswork. Do better, Robert.

I’m sitting at my desk right now. I think I will go upstairs and be more social. Maybe I’ll have a few grapes too. Fruits, babie. Nature’s candy.

Good Morning

Good morning everyone. How was your weekend. Did you do anything fun?

I didn’t do any of my exercising yesterday until after 10:00pm. I then did this morning’s exercising at a little after 8:00am. I suspect that is going to result in some issues throughout the day today. I also failed to do any weight training over the weekend. Let’s say that today is the day it starts for real.

Jen and I finished Stranger Things last night. The last episode is about 2.5 hours long. For a TV show, that is looooong. We’re up to date now though. Harry still has to run that particular episode marathon, but once that’s done we’ll all be up to date. The show is now clear to start working on season five (I think they’ve already started without my approval).

I have decided that, after season five is over, I want to see a spin off series that is just Nancy and Robin in the X-Files. I think I smell a hit. Steve can show up and be their muscle from time to time, and the rest of the cast can make cameos (except Mike, he’s kind of a douche). Oh! Now that I think of it, Will and Dustin and Lucas can be the guys from The Lone Gunmen! This show is going to rule!

I tried out the new toaster oven/air fryer last night by trying to air fry some potatoes. The results were less than stellar, but I don’t know if it was my fault or the oven’s fault. I think it was a combination of the two. The potatoes were one part bland (my fault) and one part… squishy? I guess? That’s probably the oven’s fault. I want another crack at it tonight (with maybe some broccoli too?) but we ran out of olive oil so we need to hit the store for a resupply. Challenge accepted.

I brought up the idea of maybe Jen and me taking a day off on a day when Harry doesn’t have to work so that we can all have an extra shot at doing something fun together before he goes back to school. There isn’t a whole lot of time left with him this summer and I feel like we need to do something to take advantage of what time we have. We also need to get up to Vermont to visit Bellana and steal some additional time with her as well.

Okay, Robert. Back to work with you.

Digestive Revolt

I tried to eat dinner without my stop watch tonight and my surgically modified stomach kicked me in the fucking balls for it (figuratively). Hard. Really hard.

I have had two stomach revolts in the six previous weeks. One was due to gas and the other was nausea that cleared itself up after a few minutes. No vomit.

Tonight was worse than those two combined. Gas and nausea. Lots of nausea. There was a very small amount of vomit, but mostly just a ton of saliva. The nausea though. Damn. It’s been about 45 minutes and I’m just starting to calm down. Yikes!

I’m positive it was due to eating too fast. I was trying to see how I’d do without using a stop watch to make sure I wait at least 30 seconds after swallowing a bite before taking another. Clearly my internal clock was cutting corners and this is the result.

I don’t think this was dumping syndrome. It may have been what the folks on the Facebook groups call The Foamies, which is your body trying to help get food into your stomach by ramping up saliva production.

Okay. It’s been 50 minutes. I still don’t feel good but I don’t feel nauseous any more. I think it’s safe to leave the bathroom again.

Wish me luck.

Back to Work

My month of post-surgery medical leave is officially over. I punched in to work for the first time at a little before 9:00am.

I am so far behind it’s insane, yet at the same time I already feel like I never left. There have been a bunch of staffing changes and some new policies and other fun things. I had 1,683 emails in my inbox when I started the day, and I think there have been 50 or so more come in today already.

I have had meetings all morning and that has made it tough to get my liquids in. I am in the middle of a slightly shortened lunch break right now and I am not sure if I will be able to finish my 2.5 ounce meal before the next meeting starts. In the past I would just eat quickly and then chug some water if I was feeling dehydrated. I can’t do that now though. My stomach won’t let me.

This will calm down over the next day or so, but for today I am stressing mightily. It will be okay though. I am happy to be back. I just want to feel a little less like an alien posing as me, you know what I mean? You probably don’t know what I mean, but that’s sort of how I feel.

Weird, man.

A New Dinner Experience

We tried something new for dinner tonight. It was very exciting.

Jen stirred up some ground beef and boiled up some potatoes. I took three ounces of beef and two ounces of potato. It was a pretty amazing Irish moment for me.

There was a catch though. Even with that tiny meal, it took me an hour and 10 minutes to get through it.

Each tiny bite was chewed 32 times at least, and I waited at least 30 seconds before starting the next bite. It took a long time. I’m starting to foresee a time in the near future when I’m going to be reheating food in the microwave mid-meal. You heard it here first.

Despite the 70 minute epic event…. Oh it was so delicious. Thanks, Jen!

Hoping for a Quiet Day

The last couple of days were busier than what you might expect from a convalescent type situation. On Tuesday I had a doctors appointment followed by the long awaited city inspection of our new furnace. Then on Wednesday I went to get the car inspected and ended up putting it in for some work. Harry helped me out driving me there and back. It ended up being a lot of hurry up and wait, but it was stressful and it kept me off of my liquid intake schedule. I ended up hitting my protein goal with easy, but I was drastically under my liquid goal.

There is nothing on the agenda today other than righting the intake ship after the last two days. I am definitely feeling out of whack today. The real wrench in the works is having to wait an hour after eating before I can drink again. I’ve been feeling some dry mouth by the time that hour is up. It’s rough.

On the upside, I did actually eat some solid food yesterday. I had scrambled eggs for breakfast, which I was already having during the puree stage. I had tuna fish for lunch but I didn’t put it in the blender first. It’s still crazy soft so I didn’t really need to chew it much. By the time dinner came around I wasn’t terribly hungry but I figured I’d challenge myself a little.

I had already hit the 60 grams of protein goal so I went with something else. I boiled the shit out of a couple of ounces of baby carrots. It ended up soft enough to be just a bit tougher than pureed, but I still had to chew it. As instructed, I was taking tiny bites. They said think pea sized, or pencil eraser sized. I was then chewing every bite at least 25 times. That’s what they told us in the stage III diet class. My grandmother though used to always tell us to chew each bite 32 times, so that’s what I did. Some bites got a little more, but 32 is going to be the goal going forward. Thanks, Nana.

I’m not sure what I want to do for meals tonight. I still have a bowl full of left over tuna fish in the fridge. That will likely be lunch. No clue for dinner. I guess it depends on where I am with the protein intake and how hungry I am. I’m more interested in fixing the low fluid intake from the last two days. I don’t want to feel dehydrated like this anymore.

And that, friends, is the story for this morning.