Building a Better Jay

We had dinner last night at my inlaws.  It was an interesting evening. 

So, I walk slowly into the room and see these massive biscuits.  Umm, that’s not part of my diet plan.  "Here, Jay, have a biscuit," my MIL implores.  "No thanks," I mutter through clenched teeth trying desperately to resist the carby goodlinesses.  (Yes, that is so totally a word.)  She responds, "Are you watching your carbs?"  I didn’t want to go into a whole dissertation about my eating plan / philosophy so I gave a bit of a simple answer.  "I’m watching everything right now.  I had a late lunch today and I’m not really that hungry."  So, it was sort of being honest.  It’s just hard to explain to the general population why you don’t want to eat things like mashed ‘taters or biscuits.  I’ve discussed such things before, but I hate the idea of someone else having to deal with my eating plan.  I mean, at home I don’t expect my wife or son to eat like I do.  Heck, my son needs carbs to grow. 

On the good side - tonight is a carb-up meal.  I get oatmeal, a sweet potato, honey, raisins, and gasp more veggies.   It’s going to be a gooood night!  Tonight will also be an interesting one because today is my (former) boss’ last day as my boss.  (He’s moving to another division, which is good for him.)   We’ll take him out for drinks.  I’ll drink water.  Everyone will wonder if I’m an alcoholic or their personal DD.  They’ll order food I can’t eat.  I’ll try to order a chicken breast and spinach salad with olive oil.  The waitress will laugh at me.  I’ll end up drinking my water and then eating my meal at home.  So, at least it’ll be a good time.  LOL!  OK, I’m being to negative.

Today I am totally feeling the lower carbs.  I was a bit sluggish in the gym.  My brain is sort of addled (no, really, this is different than normal).  I kept reciting non-sensical rhyming words to myself throughout my entire workout and I have no idea why.  For example, when I slipped off the pull-up bar on my 2nd set I exclaimed "fibblety-boo that set was like poo!"  Also, when I dropped a 5lb plate on the ground instead of putting it on the bar: "Bumpity bo, at least I missed my toe."  Maybe I just spent too much time with my son this weekend reading stories?   

I have to travel to Canada today for work and remembered I need my passport at 4am this morning.  So, I pulled out a flashlight and started looking through our firebox for my passport.  Umm, the firebox is in another room where no one is sleeping.  There is a very nice lamp in there.  Why did I not turn it on?  Let’s just say I am looking forward to that carb-up meal tomorrow night.   Me brain no work goodly on less carbies.  The scary part is I imagine it’s only going to get worse….