So recently, every meal hurts my stomach.
It really takes a lot of the joy out of eating, wouldn’t you say?
Tuesday night, I worked late and ended up making myself a fantabulous pasta dish with sun-dried tomatoes, corn and mushrooms in a white wine and olive oil sauce.
So simple…yet so delicious.
And so painful.
By the time I was half-way thru, I could feel the tightness and pain coming on.
Now you would think that would make me stop eating right there and then? But of course I had to finish what was in my bowl.
Yes…I can be an idiot at times.
I went to bed in bad shape and woke up the next morning feeling pretty much the same way.
So I did what any sane, rational person would do.
I threw a tantrum and decided I wouldn’t eat for 24 hours. Hah…take that!!
Now I’ve fasted in the past (pre-celiac days). I’ve done three 24 hours fasts and one 3 day fast (that was a tough one).
But those fasts were done to cleanse my system and test my discipline.
This one was done simply because I was a bitter, bitter man angry at the food gods.
So I didn’t eat on Wednesday. Had some green tea. Had a lot of water.
And I woke up on Thursday morning feeling like a new man.
I had no pain. I had tons of energy. It’s like I was born again.
I’m just kidding.
I woke up hungry and feeling like crap.