A Grilled Cheese and Pickle sandwich.
Real butter, sesame Ezekiel bread, Swiss cheese and a sliced Claussen dill pickle. Soooo good.
And yes, that pickle totally counts as my vegetable.
Most vegetables are completely unappealing to me right now. I expect that these odd food aversions I’m having will pass in the coming weeks, but for the time being, I’m doing my best with pickles and a lot of fruit.
(Not at the same time, but now I’m thinking…)
I made two of those grilled cheese and pickle sandwiches yesterday; one for me, one for Zak. I could have easily eaten them both myself, but I shared.
Eating two grilled cheese sandwiches leads nicely into my next anecdote. First, let the record state that I have not eaten two grilled cheese sandwiches in one day. I will not lie though, I have eaten one for the past couple of days, including today.
Second, some of my energy seems to be returning! Ava and I went for an easy bike ride this morning and I actually made it to the gym yesterday to spend a little time walking/running/incline walking on the treadmill. It feels good to ease back into some physical activity after a little break.
As I was getting ready to head out yesterday afternoon, I changed into my black running capris and caught a glimpse of my rear view in the mirror. Slightly alarmed, I immediately ran downstairs and said,
“I can’t believe I’m about to ask this, but does my butt look big to you?”
This is where he suddenly started to gasp for air and choke and then appeared to have what can only be described as a heart attack, quickly lapsing into “unconsciousness” on the couch.
Hmmmm, what a suspiciously timed fake cardiac incident… all before he could answer my question.
A smart man really, especially because he’s going to want me to make him another one of those grilled cheese and pickle sandwiches tomorrow.