Necessary Mutilation

Weight: 215.7 lbs.

Echhh…I feel cruddy - you know, bloated, achey, crampy. I won’t elaborate why but you women already know!

Just the same, I worked out this morning, although admittedly somewhat half heartedly. Last night at the Compeer party, I again ate too much. There was roast beef and chicken and salad and mashed potatoes and beans and cake. Well, these are the items that I ate, anyways. Yes, all of them! And some coffee, too! We munched and talked and I was pleased to see several old and current consumers of our services who seemed equally as pleased to run into me. It was a joyful, happy event and we were also pleased that Tom’s new Compeer friend was able to go and enjoyed himself as well.

However, there was also a tinge of sadness due to the call I received earlier in the day from the Psych. Center that informed us that my Compeer, Kris, was in acute mental and medical crisis and was being taken to our local hospital for an evaluation and for her safety as she has been very floridly psychotic and thereby aggressive towards herself and others lately. This would be sad news under any circumstances, but made that much moreso by the fact that for nearly a decade she so enjoyed the Compeer Christmas events, and we were already sad that she is no longer able to be taken out. Please keep her in your thoughts, especially through this holiday season that she is unable to appreciate.

In other news, Tom’s sister and brother-in-law have arrived from Florida, and have asked that we meet them at Duff’s, for dinner. Now Duff’s, for those of you not familiar with Buffalo, is a wing institution - you know, famous for awesome and especially hot Buffalo wings. And nearly nothing else. As in this is about all there is on the menu, unless you consider french fries, burgers or beer, food. Not an especially healthy choice for anyone, let alone a post gb’er.

They love Duffs and having the chance only to go when in town, this is a special treat for them. I however am somewhat apprehensive and if I eat wings, and knowing me I am sure that I will, this will be my first wing fest since surgery. Before surgery, I am embarassed to say that they were nearly a dietary staple- especially the suicidal ones! MMMM, mmmm!

Now, knowing that grisly, fried and suicidal crap just can’t be a good thing for my pouch, mission, or integrity, I am worried. If anyone has ever had a whiff of the incredible grease and hot sauce smell that emanates from such a restaurant as Duff’s, you would know that NOT eating wings is hardly possible once you have entered the “zone”.

So, what is my strategy? Well, I am considering eating good quality high protein food before I go, both to dampen my appetite, and to fortify me so any wings would just be ‘dessert’. Maybe I can nibble a few for taste, and keep my mouth busy talking, the rest of the time. This shouldn’t be too hard…lol!

Oh well, in any case, this allowed me another Christmas song titled entry in my quest to do this each day until the 25th. So, although I may be screwed up dietarily, at least my sense of humor and wierdness is not lost.

Sigh…for now anyway, I’ve gotta take what I can and run with it!!