Well. After two ginormous stomach aches and the advice of my good friend and medical advisor, AL, I started the Nexium again on Tuesday. Sweet relief! I have felt SO much better since. AL (no, her name is not Al, those are her initials) convinced me that I need the medicine AND the strict diet for my stomach to heal.
So I am still committed to coffee/soda/caffeine elimination. It’s day 5 and counting. Does anyone know when I get my energy back? I’ve been slodging through my days, grabbing a nap at every opportunity, and being an all-around sourpuss.
The good news is, I don’t miss my good friend, Coffee, that much anymore. Yesterday morning I even forgot my Dandy Blend. The bad news is, I think my system had grown to depend on coffee for, um, regularity. So that’s been fun. Ahem.
Any-who. I’m also trying to eat extra low-fat (let the record show that I spent an hour at Chick-Fil-A on Monday with my friend and fellow blogger, Mainline Mom (who is having her baby TODAY! so click on over and wish her well), and I did not indulge in even one greasy chicken nugget, but settled instead for a grilled chicken sandwich on a whole wheat bun — an inferior substitute to say the least) and to limit my consumption of alcoholic beverages and chocolate (yes, I said limit, not eliminate, a girl’s gotta have something to live for) because that’s what all the websites say I should do for everything that ails me. And that’s a run-on sentence if I’ve ever seen one. Yall still with me?
"They" also say to eliminate dairy, but there’s not going to be anything left to eat at this rate! I don’t think I eat that much dairy anyway, at least not as much as I used to, so for now I’m not worrying myself over that.
So things are going pretty well, all things considered. I don’t know how long I have to eat this way. My upcoming two-week vacation is sure to set me back some, but I’m going to do my best to stick with the program because I don’t want all the sacrifices I’ve made so far to be in vain. The hardest part will definitely be not falling off the coffee-free wagon. My family LIVES for their morning coffee fix. And their afternoon coffee pick-me-up. And their after-dinner coffee with dessert. Hey, at least I come by my addiction honestly.
So yeah, I’m surviving. It’s not fun, but I feel guilty complaining even a little bit when there are people in the world with real health problems to worry about.
And so these are the days of my life.