The ants have been Terminixed into oblivion (or scared away for the moment). The rotting flesh has relented just enough to inspire the hope that it will one day be gone (I now have a sexy little bald spot -- fortunately hidden -- which I dare to dream will be refilled in the happy future). And finally, my zest for experimental cooking has been reborn and outrageously fiber-themed.
In truth -- there was a day where I ate an egg, a kale and apple salad (uncooked... wtf?) and grilled asparagus. It's like wishing for death by intestinal rupture. But I've been on a good streek...
That's not my beer.
The fear that I might have to resign from Remicade in the near future sparked a desire to reintroduce as much fiber into my diet as possible while I still can, and perhaps get to a point where I can rely on it for maintenance. I have long been jealous of the folks who are able to maintain a level of comfort through the Simple Carbohydrate Diet, which I have never been able to do without catapulting into a flare or exciting a collective of food allergies.
Since the insane kale asparagus day, I have backed off somewhat, eating raw veggies only occasionally and always buffered by starch of some sort (yeah, the gluten-free thing didn't last too long either thanks to dear and shamefully neglected GERD), or Tofu. Grilled julienned zucchini and seaweed is my new favorite lunch kit -- small, fast prep and consumption, filling enough. The Lab forces me to eat healthier lunches anyway because I have this compulsion about not eating finger food between bench runs, and sometimes have to neglect my meal midway through to make time-sensitive sample transfers or solution adjustments.
Unfortunately, fiber -- particularly insoluble fiber, which is the star of this new dietary whim -- also leads to very unpleasant bus rides to and from work. The kind of bus rides that I have mentioned before (so many times, in fact, that it should really be its own tag term). The kind of bus rides that elevate anxiety and provoke daydreams of flowing off of public transit in a deluge of... well, let's keep this PG-rated, shall we? Fiber alters [read: lengthens] my schedule in order to accommodate new time slots between meals in which it is safe to travel. The starch buffer helps to a degree.
Yes, that is an ice Lego minifig in my BenchFly mug of diet soda (allow a woman some indulgences...).
Is it worth it? Are the long-term benefits of eating healthier foods during this pain-free window going to have efficacy? I like to think of the inconvenience as analogous to a woman who wears anti-ergonomic heals despite the arch aches and blisters, and to hope that I wont later appear to myself as ridiculous as she does to me.