Eating

 I at first thought these last two weeks, I would eat super healthy, detox with green drinks, etc.  Then I thought more about it and realized why in the world would I do that!  I’ve got two weeks of pure chaos, madness, my fight or flight amping up to insane levels.  I should and will eat whatever I want.  Plus staying in the hospital is awesome for weight loss.  I tend to lose 10-15 lbs after heart surgery.  The food isn’t really that bad.  Really enjoying food isn’t high on the list after surgery.  I’m going to enjoy these next two weeks eating all my favorite foods…with a few healthy choices thrown in.  Here is what I’ve come up with so far.

Wendy’s 

Olive Garden (This might be hard considering eat in dining should be a no no these past two weeks)

Brats and kraut

Dill pickles

Dill pickle chips

Salt and vinegar chips

Swiss cheese

Gouda cheese

Yes, tons of salt, I am aware.  I might have two weeks to live, I’m going all out!

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