Whole30 – Day 27: Let’s eat, less meat

Woke up feeling much the same as yesterday. Optimistic that it might go away, I told myself I’d call the Doctor at work if I was still feeling funny. I grabbed a couple of eggs, cracked them into a zip-loc, and a mini avocado. I’m going to just eat these from now on. If eggs and avo are going to cause any detriment, I guess I’m gonna have to have a heart problem.

For lunch I made egg-salad & used my girlfriends instant pot to do it. That thing makes great hard-boiled eggs with a lot less effort (not that it was much effort in the first place). Just as many eggs as you can fit in a single-layer on a truss in the instant pot, with 1 cup of water. Set for 6 minutes, and 16 minutes later… they’re ready. No, that’s not a typo. Yes I said 6 minute timer and 16 minutes later. The instant pot still has to “warm up” and that takes about 10 minutes. *shrug* The eggs are good and it freed me up to play with our cat before feeding her. Win, win.

Lunch was cut short because of a meeting… again. This is how we run things, and that’s all I’ll say about that. No time to think about my heart, but hey, if I didn’t’ think about it that means it wasn’t that bad. Or I’m getting used to it.

Fast forward to the evening, and I thought I’d make baked potato and broccoli with my own brand of “cheesy sauce” based on nutritional yeast and a nut milk. But then, I had an epiphany, why not Broccoli “Cheese” Soup! So I set home from work to pick up the missing ingredients (and in hindsight: I judged correctly what we needed, hooray!).

The soup was a small effort to make, and didn’t turn out quite as creamy as hoped. But thanks to the immersion blender it was saved. Very few chunks of potato or carrot left, but that’s just fine. Most of the B&C soup I’ve had has been viscous liquid, and now so is this B&”C”. My heart felt labored again while cooking in the kitchen, rate go up to 105, like I was walking or something… but not consistently.

After dinner, I sat to calm down a bit, and called the Advice Nurse. I was met with the type of incredulity I expected and would likely have for someone reporting what I’m feeling. I don’t blame them. But it really stinks to feel like something is amiss, and be questioned. Although, it’s really what they’re for isn’t it? I’m lucky to be able to do this in all honesty.

I went to sleep after folding my clothes, Marie Kondo style, that I could have just brushed aside. But, even in my weakened state, I thought it’d be best to show myself I can still do things and stick to my plans. That’s why I cooked dinner after all.

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