Day Eight

TMI ALERT:

I got up this morning and noticed that I was kind of bloated today. Then someone posted on one of the boards asking if anyone else was experiencing bathroom issues and I realized that it's been a couple of days since I've "had a go". I think maybe it's because I've been sick with a fever and am probably a bit dehydrated, so I upped my water intake a bit. Then after lunch I actually found myself thinking, "Yay! I have to poop!" (This disease really makes you appreciate the small thing in life.) Then I started musing, wondering if certain functions that are supposed to be totally unconscious are now becoming something that I have to consciously prompt my body to do. What does that mean for breathing or for my heart beating?

And now for an awkward shift of topics, because I don't know how to gracefully transition from poo to dinner:

Tonight I roasted a whole chicken. I simply rubbed it with olive oil, sprinkled it with italian herbs and sea salt, placed a couple sprigs of fresh rosemary in it, and the put it in the oven at 395f for about 45 minutes. While it was roasting, I boiled a sweet potato and mashed it with a bit of maple syrup, and made a reduction of blueberries with lavender honey and rosemary. I had planned to sautee some red chard to go with it, but I'm still not feeling all that great, and I just couldn't face another plate of sauteed greens tonight. I'll have to research some other ways to cook them. But this was superb, my boyfriend even joined me for dinner tonight -- athough I did make him some stuffing and cauliflower to go with his. 

Tomorrow morning, I plan to use the leftover sweet potato and chicken to make a hash for breakfast, and I will quickly boil down the chicken carcass to make and freeze some chicken broth. I'm not going to attempt bone broth because of the histamine factor, but I think it will make some really good soup broth to use next week.

One full week down, only five more to go until I can start reintroductions . . .