I know that many of you are anxious to hear about my ketogenic journey (and yes Rich, that would be a great new blog, *if* I had the time – which I don’t.) Last week went extremely well. I had salads, broccoli, olives, onions, mushroom, eggs, cheese, and meat. I can truthfully say that I was happy with the food, was never hungry and even with such a *dense* diet (and yes it was dense, I would highly suggest fiber supplements and tons of water if you do this) I started to see the number on the scale come down.
And then I went and broke a tooth.
Here’s where it’s time to confess. I have HORRIBLE teeth. I’d like to blame it on my Lyme disease, but much like a chick’s egg tooth, my teeth were not designed to be permanent.
It doesn’t matter that I brush and floss. My chompers have always been bad (but my husband still loves me.)
I’ve had so many back teeth pulled that I was left with one molar on which to chew. Of course when that happens, you start using your front teeth to chew and I began noticing that those teeth were starting to get tiny chips. Not such a good look.
The biggest thing about having only one molar for chewing is that it creates a lot of stress on the molar located above and this weekend, that tooth finally gave up the ghost and decided to shatter (as in many, many tiny pieces.) This leaves me with nowhere to chew in my mouth (and if I’m going to be honest, it meant that for that first night, when I realized that I had no choice but to see the evil, evil dentist, I switched from the ketogenic diet to the ever popular beer and chocolate diet.)
I currently have no way to eat meat and vegetables and trust me, I completely realize how pathetic this sounds, especially from someone who is relatively intelligent, who has dental insurance, but who doesn’t go to the dentist because she is so darn afraid of them – which in the end makes me relatively stupid. (For people who know me, the fear of dentists is equal to my fear of snakes, irrational but heart stopping none-the-less.)
I have an appointment tomorrow to see a dentist who will start reconstructing my mouth and I know the discussion will involve the terms – implants, and bridges. My little heart is already skipping beats in anticipation. Let’s just say that it ain’t gonna be pretty (or comfortable.)
For now, I’m on soups, eggs, and if I’m careful, I discovered last night that I could suck on cheese and crackers (although not the ones with pepper jelly on them, sucking pepper jelly makes you cough and cough and cough.) Once I’m in fit form, I’ll be back on the ketogenic diet.
But for now, it’s a plate of scrambled eggs (thank God for the flock) with cheese for me.
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