Man, what an adventure No Carbs Week turned out to be.
By about Monday night, I was already deciding this was a bad idea. Taking away bread, tortillas and pasta removed almost my entire repertoire from my kitchen and left things like sandwich meat to go bad as I looked at it longingly while eating yet another bowl of rice and veggies. Worse still, it might not end up being all that healthy, as anyone with half a brain noticed when the Atkins diet just moved a lot of people a few bunless burgers closer to heart disease.
Then things got really bad, and not in a dietary way. I went to the doctor on a Wednesday morning for a routine appointment, and I ended up in the office in horrendous pain. I was moved straight down to Urgent Care (essentially a low-rent ER) and after a couple of hours of agony, I was given some painkillers and so much IV fluid that my face swelled up. I was diagnosed with dehydration and a kidney stone.
Yeah. I turn 25 in a couple months. Kidney stone. What.
I took the rest of the week off of school and spent it at home stuffing myself with Advil and water. By Friday I felt good enough to go back on campus for a couple small things and started to wonder if I hadn't been misdiagnosed.
Then, things took a worse turn on Saturday and I felt bad again, and I started to wonder if I wouldn't need to go to the real-deal hospital. Then, a couple extra Advil later, out popped a kidney stone, completely painlessly.
Strange.
I've been back at school for a week, and I seem to be doing OK. I can't drink much coffee or alcohol (dehydration still hurts), but I'm able to go to school again.
And I'm not in debilitating pain.
We're taking a short break from dieting so I can get my life in order. I have a new theory for something to try, but that's a story for another post.