Gah! Sister-in-law is having emergency gallbladder removal surgery today. This is the sister who went Primal when we did, dropped 20 lbs, and then fell off the wagon a couple of months later. I wish I'd known to advise her to take it slow on the fat increases and do some gallbladder flushy goodness. (I learned this this morning.) I wonder if her fickle wagon jumping back and forth shook things up in the wrong way. *shrug* Who knows. Poor darling is in pain and it makes me sad. I want to make it all better! But I know I can't, so I will send her shmoopy love notes via text and email and say prayers for her. Doing all this research on gall bladder function and gall stones (since I can't not learn about something that plagues a loved one) has me wondering if the episode of excruciating pain that I had back in mid March may have been a gall bladder issue. Interesting.
I am about 15.5 hours into a much needed fast as I type this. I did nothing yesterday that was physically challenging (unless you count laundry baskets and children as LHT). I snacked like crazy and felt sluggish and blah. Last night I decided if I was still feeling that way in the morning, I'd just fast. So I did. A neighbor left her bag of baby shower things at my house on Saturday, so I ran the quarter mile down the hill to her house and the quarter mile back up the hill. Then I did a few pull ups. It felt really good to get things moving and be out in the sun, even just for 5 minutes. I have bacon and a smoothie (banana, avocado, cream, blueberries, coconut oil, strawberries, lots o' spinach, and wild orange oil) awaiting the close of my fast in the fridge. Maybe I'll do bike tabatas or PEMs or lift some today, since I'm missing running night tonight.