My diet started today as I’ve gained 5kg and discovered that my “snack lunch” is around 1,300kcals! Of the 2 small pork pies, a couple of pickled eggs and some home-made pickles (beetroot, cucumber, red onion), the damage is done by the pies which account for over 1,000kcals.
On a different, but not unrelated note, I weighed my used dressings yesterday and they came to just 3kgs. Given that, dry, dressings weigh very little, that’s a loss of fluid from my right leg alone of almost 3 litres a day (1 litre = 1 kg) due to bilateral lymphoedema (the leak in my left leg is currently minimal).
Given the loss from urine, about another 4 litres a day if my diuretics are doing their thing, that’s a loss of 7 litres, or 12.3 pints, a day. That’s not sustainable, and impossible to make up. If this keeps up I estimate I’ll be running at an average deficit of 4 to 5 pints a day, which is seriously bad news.
What’s also not sustainable is the loss of protein, never mind electrolytes and simple liquid, in the lymphatic fluid lost from my leg. I was replacing this by eating a high-protein diet, as recommended by the hospital, but high protein, unless you eat the finest lean meat, which I can’t afford, means something processed. And anyway, no matter how hard I try, I can’t compete with losses on this scale without mainlining steak! Even then it’d be a close-run thing. It’s also difficult to get enough protein while dieting to lose weight.
I tried cold cuts – dire and very inconsistent – and a variety of other things, before settling on pork pies which give a decent protein hit. Of course, being piggy, they’re also high in fat and calories, the consequences of which is where we came in. Eggs aren’t bad, either, and pickling them saves cooking at lunchtime (see below).
From now on it’s one pie or 2 pickled eggs (the eggs maybe plus a bit of cheese, which is what I’m having today), with pickles (today, beetroot). Not both pies and eggs any longer.
I could eat more eggs – about 100kcals each there’s scope – but they’re constipating, and I don’t need anything else; I have drugs for that!
I must look more closely at fish, though I’d prefer to not have to cook at lunchtimes, seeing that cooking is a premium-spoons activity and not always possible. Fish is also an expensive option.
The focus on pickles, by the way, is because I’m losing my sense of taste – it might be meds-related, I really have no idea – the intensity of the pickles helps to bring it back; a paper-thin slice of mustard-pickled cucumber, draped over a slice of pork pie, enhances it wonderfully.
Oh, and I have an unfortunate habit of typing eggses. If any slip by me uncorrected, all complaints to the estate of the late J.R.R. Tolkien, please. Give Christopher something else to do besides making money off the back of his old man.