As a kid I was obsessed with baseball and as an adult I’ve been strongly involved in beer culture, but I’m not sure I’ve ever had a more single minded 23 days in my life. It’s been rewarding in many ways, it’s been a drag in a few ways and and I will hereafter appreciate the gifts of flavor and variety in ways I previously could not imagine.
It is curious, and ironic, that while I’ve spent the past three weeks subsisting on beer and water, I’ve been very food-centric in my daily endeavors. For several years, I’ve plotted a cookbook, compiling my inspirations, inventions, tweaks and grandma-recipes in a folder. When Michelle and the boys busy themselves with a meal in the evening, I’ve taken to my notebooks and recipe cards to bring this plan into greater focus. Has anyone ever written a cookbook while fasting? Seems weird, but it’s working out. Dreaming of food doesn’t bother me at all. I can think it and taste it without putting it in my mouth.
In other news, I took a pee test today! It was a follow-up from yesterday’s concern over my creatinine numbers, which speak to kidney stress. While I had been drinking quite a lot of water all along, I threw it down with greater gusto yesterday and that seems to have done the trick, flushing the bad guys away with great proficiency. My numbers today did not concern my doctor one bit.
I can certainly follow through on the water intake, but a catheter is sounding good right about now.