Wednesday, May 9, 2018

Eating Vegetables & Not Evolving Into One

I’m sitting here typing with two bruised arms and a bruised back of my hand. The phlebotomists have trouble drawing my blood. And it’s not incompetence; all of them have the same trouble. Apparently my veins don’t like to be stabbed. During my last hospitalization, I had 7 IVs.

And that’s a new fuel. I have to become as healthy as I can possibly be. So. Whole Foods Plant Based Diet.

It’s the evening of the 13th day. I’m used to the diet. It’s too restrictive. It’s ridiculously restrictive. (Give me some kind of oil.) But I’m keeping it. The more I read the more I learn that adaptions are allowed. “Do it to your comfort level.” Well, my comfort level is steak. So. No. I’ll error on the side of the extreme. I feel the same way about morality. If you believe a Commandment is true, wouldn’t you keep it to the utmost instead of looking for loopholes? I vowed three months. For three months I’m extreme.

14.5 lbs lost in 13 days.

I went to my primary care doctor and requested blood work so I’d have a foundation for comparison. She looked at the numbers and considered kidney injury. More tests. She confirmed it. So now we see the extent. Tomorrow I’m having a renal ultrasound. Friday more blood work. And I’ve been referred to a nephrologist.

And that’s a new fuel. I have to become as healthy as I can possibly be. So. Whole Foods Plant Based Diet.

I shopped at Trader Joes. They haven’t embraced WFPB and the supporting products are limited. Yesterday I read the label on a lemon pepper canister. So many chemicals. I decided to make my own. I googled a recipe and grated a lemon. I liked it. As a man who rarely cooks, I felt ridiculously proud and accomplished.

You need a heart. You need a brain. You need kidneys. You need lungs. Only my brain is unsoiled. Fuck.