I've been struggling to stay completely away from the carby stuff and fatty stuff since Thanksgiving. I wondered what it would take for me to get it together and just stay totally on plan. I wished and prayed and/or asked the Universe to help me get a grip.
Be careful what you wish for.
Yesterday I was going about my business, having a totally on plan day. I enjoyed my Medifast meals and for lunch I made this really awesome low carb turkey tetrazzini dish: 6 ounces of cubed cooked turkey breast, a cup of shredded zucchini "noodles" and a half cup of sliced mushrooms all sauteed in chicken broth with garlic and pepper and 2 wedges of Laughing Cow Light cheese melted in at the end. Mmmmm, yummy. Everything was going fine, until I had some STRESS around 4pm. I was kind of freaking out about some things. And the autopilot answer to stress is... food! I suddenly wanted nothing more than to pack my daughter into the car and race to Dairy Queen for chicken strips and fries and some kind of ice cream. I started having a fit about it. I started looking at the DQ menu online. I was seconds away from asking my daughter if she wanted to go there for dinner. I emailed a friend, took a few deep breaths, and decided to wait it out. It was SO hard. I almost caved. Within 10 minutes the urgency had subsided. I made myself a Medifast brownie with some walnuts added and that hit the spot and I was fine.
Then I noticed something. My freaking tooth was missing a chunk out of it!!!!!!!!!! I almost panicked as I ran my tongue along the back molar and felt a gaping hole where tooth used to be and sharp edges where smooth should be. I have to tell you, tooth issues are my nightmare material, literally. For as long as I can remember I have had nightmares about my teeth falling out. Even as a child I was terrified of the dentist. One of my earlier dental-terror memories is when I was about 7 or 8 years old and my parents took me in for a cleaning. The dentist said I had a cavity to fill. He was gruff and harsh and pulled out a super long needle and a drill and started going at it. IT HURT and I was scared and when he stopped for a minute I clamped my mouth shut and put my hands over my mouth while I looked for a place to run. I cried and cried and no matter how he threatened and how angry he became I would not open my mouth. My parents came in as he shouted, "If you can't get this kid to open her mouth then you're going to have to take her somewhere else!" Thankfully, that's exactly what my parents did... took me to a gentler, kinder dentist. And while I did manage to get my cavity filled, I was always scared to go in for dental work. And I always had nightmares of eating a tuna fish sandwich and suddenly feeling "rocks" in my mouth, only to find they were broken teeth as I spit them into my hands by the mouthful.
Okay, so I digressed. Anyway I hate dental work but even more I hate any sensation that a tooth is breaking off and there may be pieces in my mouth mixed with chewed up food. So you can bet that nothing but liquid has passed my lips since this tooth broke and nothing but liquid will pass my lips until it is fixed. Thanks, God/Universe, for the awesome diet aid.
Dinner tonight will be a lovely on-plan meal of 12 ounces of Greek yogurt thinned with Crystal Light and blended with raw baby spinach in the blender. Awesome, right?
Hopefully I can get this fixed very soon, but for now there is zero chance of me going off plan or eating anything solid. Like I said, be careful what you wish for.
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