Had a 400 or so calorie breakfast. Two 1.5 ounce Old Wisconsin beef sticks, 2 20 ounce cups of coffee with half and half. Currently sipping on an iced Powerade Zero with a couple packets of True Lemon. Call it 5 or 6 carb grams and 15 grams of protein. Probably going to get a BLT salad from Subway at the end of the shift because it's our birthday, precious.
Weighed in at 287.1 after a decent sized poop this morning. I'd really like to be somewhere south of 270 by the end of April.
Breakfast was four tablespoons of chia seeds (Bob's Red Mill) and four tablespoons of hemp seeds (shelled, Bob's Red Mill also) with a little water added to make a sort of cereal. Didn't taste bad, sort of like plain oatmeal. Also had five boiled eggs because I am a disgusting pig. Seasoned the eggs with a sauce made from one packet each of mayo, mustard, and hot sauce (KFC). Had my usual pint of coffee with half and half as well.
No matter how well you try to chew them up, there will be little chia seed husks in your poop.
Feeling like I'm just on the edge of buzzed. I really hope it's low blood sugar and not the hemp.
I also really hope that I don't get busted at a border patrol stop for carrying seeds I bought at Whole Foods.
If you ever get caught short in public, Costco generally has fairly nice restrooms. Being able to take care of business trauma free is worth the $55 dollar membership right there.
Eating all that food must have pushed everything on down. Followed brunch up with a no-strainer that cleaned up nicely. Kinda greenish, which shouldn't be too surprising.
Kinda went overboard at supper time. Did a big fry up with some leftover ground beef (grassfed for the win!) and black beans, some onion, a can of mushrooms, and four eggs. Slathered on some hot sauce (Tapatio for the win!) and heated up some frozen broccoli with butter sauce and spinach (Green Giant for the win!) Threw some balsamic and apple cider vinegar on the spinach. Had a nice cup of green tea and about two ounces of cabernet sauvignon with it, and didn't leave anything behind.
Followed it up with a massive BM. Ah, the magic of greens.
That's what finding a relatively clean truck stop restroom to take care of business in feels like. The essence of the tragedy of the commons, writ large.
I realize this is probably asking for karmic retribution, but I am pretty lucky in that if I am travelling and in a place where I can poop without too much trauma, I will, and if there isn't a good place to go...I don't have to, usually.
There was one time in the desert outside Barstow that was a notable exception, but I'm blaming that on some questionable fish. It was a great learning experience in how much cleaning you can get done with a handful of napkins from the glovebox and a pair of underwear.
At any rate, I started the day with a pretty satisfying deuce. Kinda sloppy, but no strain.
Nothing like a big healthy dump to start the day, the kind that just slides out like a baby rhino coming into the world, but with way less cleanup. The kind that leaves you feeling lighter on your feet with a skip in your step.
