Still feeling that “punched-in-the-stomach” effect from the food poisoning. I have never been too concerned about all the terrible possibilities of what could happen to my food if it isn’t in the right temperature, cooked completely, etc, and so, I found out. I had just purchased some silicon muffin tins, which were a bit larger than the typical muffin tins, thus little larger = more egg = less cooked = 6 days in fridge = food poisoning. Lesson learned.
However, on this day, due to Hipnic fast approaching and my not wanting to have to stress about “finding the right foods” (which is hard enough here in a home, but camping? At Hipnic?), feeling ill from too much good stuff, etc, so I decided this morning to call truce to the Whole30 aka the Whole 24. I did pretty good – lost 9 pounds and the food baby is mostly dead. I shall do this again I very much enjoyed eating REAL food without suspicion (well, as much) of what had been put into my food (this brings to mind my drive up to Chico Saturday for Wildflower and I saw TWO planes going over the fields, spraying with some kind of chemical…).
Long day at work – school site – two hour solo supervision, which was terrific and the talk I needed to be given. I am a softer, easier way kinda person, have been for most of my life. What concerns me is finding the softer, easier way and not learning The Process as I must in order to become a really good therapist. I can be anybody’s buddy, but can I do the work, the real stuff? This is my challenge and today I was called out on it. I finished the halfway point today in hours – only 1,500 more, plus two massive exams to go.
Dinner was my exit – but I wouldn’t go hard core, I made myself some zucchini noodles and mixed it the spaghetti. I made the spaghetti sauce from scratch and because I didn’t want to exit with suicide a lá homemade French garlic bread, I used the rest of the hamburger buns. Kids were dropped off from Maggie’s track trails at Union Mine and she made finals (!) so I’ll go watch her briefly at the spelling bee, go to my 11:30 appointment, then track.
Ethan, of course, bless-his-soul, gave me a chocolate as congratulations for “being finished”. Not just any chocolate, either, but a Ragusa…from Switzerland. It was all gooey from the warmth in the house and so I…ate.every.last.bite.
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