Having lived in Boring, Oregon years ago I can tell you that yes, it is a real city.
And this blog has absolutely nothing to do with that small town.
It’s just boring in general.
Aren’t you excited?
I started out this blog for a very different purpose than I have been using it for.
I did not foresee the often recurring pain I would be dealing with most days.
Losing over 90 pounds seemed impressive. Being featured in a cookbook for my weight loss success was pretty awesome.
Whining about my tummy? Not so much.
I have been blogging since the early days of MySpace. I’m pretty sure I did when I was on AOL too. Usually I just talked about the funny random things that would happen throughout my day. Then I blogged on SparkPeople during my weight loss journey, mostly about me trying new recipes and getting more acquainted with cooking. Definitely different for a girl who was used to just opening a box or package to eat.
Then I thought it would be fun to have my very own blog that I could share with the world.
Then it got really tedious.
“What am I going to blog about Aubrey? I spent all day in bed clutching my stomach and watching How I Met Your Mother. That is not interesting.”
Hmmm, I could mention the latest smoothie I was able to get down without pain.
Shoot, I’ve done that oh…only every other blog for awhile.
I could be more open about my GI issues. Okay, seriously? That was only a fleeting thought before I realized the Internet (and my friends and family) honestly do NOT need those sorts of details.
Aubrey suggested I stop trying to blog three times a week. Maybe I should go down to twice a week and only if I was able to try a new recipe or something fun happened.
But nothing fun or different happened except for finally trying these that have been sitting in my freezer for forever.
If my naturopath wants me to eat meat I’m going to have to ease into it. It is a heck of a lot easier for me to choke down some fish if it is crispy and I can dip it into a very thick sauce.
It didn’t look that bad when it was done cooking.
And thankfully tartar sauce really helped. But my stomach was already not very happy with me so I started off slowly with just a few of them and a handful of fries. Absolutely no vegetables, not even cooked ones, to mess with my digestion.
With the breading and sauce, I have to admit that they were actually kind of good.
Now I just have to keep working on getting more protein. Slowly I will get up to about double of what I’m eating now. Shouldn’t be too hard, right? Right!?
Ugh. Stupid meat. Why do you look and taste and feel so gross?
So that was the story of my weekend. Lay around in pain. Watch some TV. Read some magazines and books. Finally eat meat for the first time in quite awhile.
I know, you’re on the edge of your seat for the ending to this majestic story…