My buddy Jamie and I have been up Taylor Meadows way twice now. Last time we tackled Black Tusk with Rebecca, but this time we hit Panorama Ridge, which is probably the more spellbinding of the two. (Hey, there's nothing wrong with Black Tusk; it's just that the view from Panorama Ridge actually includes a spectacular view of the Tusk itself.
Along the way, we encountered some lovely late summer foliage, including this odd-looking , down-gazing purple flower. Anyone know its name?
September 28, 2006
September 24, 2006
Gastric juices unite!
My acid reflux problems are subsiding somewhat, but the dietary changes necessary have been frustrating, to say the least.
No wheat.
No rice.
No spelt, oats or grains of any kind.
No pineapple, grapes or tomatoes.
No broccoli, cauliflower or cabbage.
No spices.
Limited meat intake.
Watch combinations carefully.
Did I mention I've lost over 10 kilograms in six weeks?
No wheat.
No rice.
No spelt, oats or grains of any kind.
No pineapple, grapes or tomatoes.
No broccoli, cauliflower or cabbage.
No spices.
Limited meat intake.
Watch combinations carefully.
Did I mention I've lost over 10 kilograms in six weeks?
September 13, 2006
Life marches on...
... except when it doesn't.
Colour me cynical, but when the doctor's eyes go big when you tell him you've lost more than 10 kilos due to your recent acid reflux attacks, and blinks repeatedly when you report your frequent dizzy spells, you've gotta start thinking, "what if...?"
Hence, I've been focusing on other things than blogging of late. Like finding things to eat that don't make me want to puke until my damned esophagus actually exits my body. Like remaining upright and placing four to eight inches of pocket books under the head of the bed so gravity can help pull the acid back into the stomach. Like learning so much about esophagal anatomy that I feel like I should get back into the sciences after all. Like dropping my Spanish class to reduce stress.
But hey, all that dropped weight has me lookin' pretty dang good in a Speedo.
Colour me cynical, but when the doctor's eyes go big when you tell him you've lost more than 10 kilos due to your recent acid reflux attacks, and blinks repeatedly when you report your frequent dizzy spells, you've gotta start thinking, "what if...?"
Hence, I've been focusing on other things than blogging of late. Like finding things to eat that don't make me want to puke until my damned esophagus actually exits my body. Like remaining upright and placing four to eight inches of pocket books under the head of the bed so gravity can help pull the acid back into the stomach. Like learning so much about esophagal anatomy that I feel like I should get back into the sciences after all. Like dropping my Spanish class to reduce stress.
But hey, all that dropped weight has me lookin' pretty dang good in a Speedo.
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