When I woke up this morning, I had a terrible taste in my mouth. Absolutely awful. I had to brush my teeth before I could go back to sleep. Then I smelled it on my blanket, my sheets, my clothing. It was everywhere. My initial guess that it might be related to my recent decision to cut back a bit on the volume I eat until my butt gets back to normal, and thus possible increases in fat metabolism, seems unlikely. Marginally more likely is that the foul aspartame in the metamucil I mispurchased is polluting every fluid my body manufactures. Other possibilities include “sick smell” from my recent bout with whatever it is that’s been making me cough and sneeze so inconveniently or “drug smell” from all the painkillers I was taking (I took a 24 hour hiatus from all such meds, and am now taking only ibuprofen.) I’m guessing sick smell.
So, I’m doing all my dirty laundry today, which is quite a pile, but so be it.
Also, the spaghetti squash with homemade mushroom and spinach marinara has helped with the taste factor. Quite a bit. *pats self on back* I would swear this is the first time I’ve had spaghetti squash, but the way it shredded into little strands so automatically felt familiar. It definitely looked neat, pity it tasted so bland. Better nutrition, ambivalent taste, more time consuming to produce, more expensive. Neat as an experiment, but unlikely to start a trend in my cooking.
I still wanna try breadfruit, though. It sounds cool. And the phrase “breadfruit pudding” keeps dancing through my head. Heh.
Maybe you pissed in your bed?
Insufficient moisture, wrong odor, nowhere near appropriately localized. This would be my sweat, almost certainly. =)
Dork.
I had a terrible taste in my mouth
If you’re eating very little and burning stored fat for energy, it might be ketones, one of the by-products of fat consumption. If you up some simple sugars and it goes away, that’s a good clue. I’ve read some people describing it as you do, saying it seems to “come out of all their pores”, so that part is consistent.
And I’ve always wanted to try spaghetti squash, but to see them in the store somehow seems so… intimidating. Seems like one squash and I’d be eating it for weeks, like it or not. Congratulations on making it work.
Ketones, yeah all that was pretty much what I was thinking, but “sick smell” may be ketones or something very similar to it. I’ve certainly heard the claim that illness has an odor to it before. I really don’t think I was burning that much fat, though my pants aren’t feeling excessively tight today, I’d attribute that more to the reduced contents of my digestive tract than a reduction in my stored energy.
And as for spaghetti squash, while I’m not one for small portions, I got one that was most of the size of my head, certainly bigger than my brain, and had one filling meal out of it. You needn’t worry about the squash dragging on for weeks. =) If it did, it’d be much more economical.
What a delightfully odd measuring stick for produce purchasing.
Well, they are fairly standard-sized items. I don’t think in terms of volumes, I think in terms of similarly shaped items. Come to think of it, it may have been closer to the size of my brain than the size of my head. But I’m approximating the size of my brain by putting my two fists together, because I’m told that’s about right.
Hmm, I’ll have to give it a try. I’ve had nothing but failures in the past few years with zucchinis; I’ve mastered making mushy squash. Time for a little squash victory in my life.
Somehow reading this reminded me of this book, on my shelf at home. Whacked-out comics.