It’s possible that, since I’ve been on this diet, I’ve actually been eating too much. Not too well; I don’t believe in that. I think what I’ve eaten has been perfectly fine, but the quantity is way more than I’m used to. I never ate breakfast before, except late in the morning, as a substitute for lunch, which I truly never ate. Now I eat plenty for both meals, then a big old dinner, and later on I have dessert. It might just be too much.

The problems I had today, though, had nothing to do with what I’ve been eating, except for the fact that I had no appetite and therefore couldn’t keep up with the program. But I went to Aiden’s baseball game at noon, and I got all this lousy fresh air, and then when I got home I could hardly breathe, and the sinus drainage into my throat and beyond upset my stomach to a degree that I thought I was going to be radically sick.

Instead of letting myself get sick, I spent the rest of the day stretched out in the recliner, mostly sleeping but sometimes just lying there holding my stomach. By this evening I was feeling a little better. I had a sandwich, and that’s all. I think I’ll be better tomorrow, but I don’t think I’ll eat as much at our Mothers’ Day dinner as I would have if today hadn’t happened.