Running the Gamut

Today has been such a mixed day emotionally. I had a little victory, and our family had a big loss.

I guess good news and a descriptor of my diet today first. All in all, I stuck pretty well to the egg fast, having switched the meals around. I gotta say, maybe it was not a good idea to fry my eggs or make my omelette in my electric skillet. The butter browned way too fast, and the eggs were a pain to flip. Too, the buffalo omelette is just too large for me, and it would have been better with a little less filling. I plan to modify it a bit by splitting the egg mixture up into three parts and making thin, smaller "pancakes". I'll decrease the filling by half and spread it thinly over the eggs and roll them up. It wasn't bad.It was just very rich, and I was only able to finish about two-thirds of it. The deviled eggs were AMAZINGLY good... I may never make them the way I used to again. Just a hint of spice and a lovely tang.

This is what I ate today:

Breakfast: two eggs fried hard, one cup of Bullet Proof coffee.
Snack: string cheese
Lunch: two easy deviled eggs (that's four halves)
Snack: string cheese
Dinner: buffalo omelette
 Late evening: Bullet Proof coffee lightly flavored with Torani sugar free caramel syrup
Main drink: water, water, and more water!
A total of roughly 6 eggs. And I ain't even mad about it.

My weigh-in is typically Sunday evenings. This evening I stepped up on the scale and saw a number I have not seen since before I started nursing school in 2013: 169! This makes me incredibly happy. My hope is to lose four to five pounds on the fast and then ease back into eating Induction for a week or two, and then go back into Phase 2. I am really hoping the weight loss stays a loss after I come off the fast!

Now, for the bad news. I woke up late this morning and my husband made me sit on the couch. I knew immediately something was wrong. The vet had called my mom last night full of hope and asking if we wanted to come visit Barney today. I was a bit skeptical. He suffered terrible separation anxiety, and I didn't want him to feel double abandoned. This morning, he unexpectedly passed away.

Oh, my heart. I ache physically from the heartache. We did so want him to come home. Apparently the diagnosis last week of vertigo was wrong. They think he had a stroke, and that last night he had a massive one that closed his sweet brown eyes forever. The blessing is that he is no longer in pain and never will be again, but we miss him ever so much. A dog is not just a dog. A dog is family, and our hearts will be scarred. When God made dogs, He made animals so full of love and loyalty that it's astounding. Oh, my heart...

I guess I'll be back again tomorrow or Tuesday to update on the fast.