After making it at work for approximately one hour, stumbling around and forgetting my words as I was speaking them, I decided to go home and rest. Four hours later, I woke up feeling slightly better and I had a little appetite. By dinnertime, I was feeling right as the rain currently pouring down.
Again, atrial fibrillation won't kill you, but it will sure make you stumble around like a zombie for a while. The lack of oxygen to the brain makes you do silly things, like lean in doorways to prop yourself up, give you a perma-scowl because you can't think, and make you stop mid-sentence because you can't remember what you were just saying.
Suffice to say, at dinner, I put back half of what I had intended to eat. And it was all delicious food, too: grilled chicken, corn with lime/cilantro butter, zucchini from the garden and homemade spanish rice. I could have easily eaten till I was sick. Indeed, the last time I ate like that (Saturday in Bellevue), I did get sick. . . for three days.
So now, instead of eating till I think I'm full, which is waaay too full, I am considering portion sizes by eyeballing, and paring down as I'm eating. It's easy at home, because I can just put food back onto the serving plates. Maybe not so easy in a restaurant.
I had plenty of everything and I even had room for a cup of tea and a cookie for dessert.
Again, lesson learned: Don't be a glutton! I'm fortunate to live in a country where there's more food where that came from.
As promised, I will soon be writing about my break-up with raw veggies. Very sad.
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