I’ve lost seven pounds in ten days.
What’s my secret? The miracle weight loss secret you’ve all been clamoring for (actually, that should be, “for which you’ve all been clamoring” or, “for which you clamor” – there’s no quelling the inner grammar bitch, even when what’s wrong sounds more natural)?
How can you, too, experience this miraculous, effortless and swift reduction?
Lose unsightly weight! Feel more energetic (and hungrier – I think that makes one a little more manic) and suddenly start getting SO much done around the house!
All you have to do is:
- Have all your wisdom teeth removed, and
- Be living with (in my case, self-diagnosed) Generalized Anxiety Disorder, and/or, Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, a/k/a OCD.
All the stars aligned for me on this one.
I put it off for almost a year because everyone I asked who had theirs out said it was the worst, most painful experience of their life. Some suffered awful complications that I dare not mention, lest naming call.
But, it went very well. After a day of trying to talk with a mouthful of gauze, and two socks filled with ice tied around my head, I had…
No pain, and no swelling.
I was almost disappointed, having been robbed of the drama I had been told to expect.
But I digress – get on with it, I hear you plead. How’d you lose seven pounds in ten days?
Easy – my natural terror of germs and infection coupled with the stricture that I can’t eat anything crunchy for six to eight weeks.
And no lettuce or spinach.
Nothing crunchy and no lettuce or spinach pretty much means I eat….nothing.
No lettuce, carrots, celery, cauliflower, radishes or anything else that usually goes into a salad. I can have chicken, eggs and cheese and mushy overcooked veg.
The instructions said I could eat hot food after the first day and pretty much anything other than crunchy stuff, seeds, nuts, lettuce and spinach, after the second.
So, being a salad eater and a carb-avoider, what did that leave me?
Strained, to take out any little bits of basil or herbs or tomato skin or seeds that might get through, lodge in the (small but deep) crevices in my jaws, fester, create disgusting infection and probably kill me.
And overcooked chicken mashed into mush with mayonnaise and a little curry powder.
And eggs and cheese. Improvised turkey and swiss roll-ups with mayo and honey mustard.
Boneless, skinless chicken with overcooked green beans. Turkey burgers.
I’m so afraid of bits getting stuck where they shouldn’t be that I’ve been eating really, really slowly, and chewing and chewing and chewing with my weak and wobbly front teeth instead of the remaining molars in the back.
Then I rush madly into the bathroom to rinse, floss, and use this odd looking little syringe with a curved tip to shoot a water-hydrogen peroxide solution into the holes left by my former wisdom teeth, blasting out any of those little nasty bits that might get stuck in there (and fester, and kill me), which (the rushing madly, and the worrying about festering bits that might kill me) probably counts as exercise.
I didn’t have any milk in the house to make canned cream of chicken soup, so I made it with heavy whipping cream instead (hey, it’s called Cream of… right?)
Which was delicious and, it occurred to me, probably so high in fat, even though it had too many carbs, to, along with the cheese, almost qualify me as a Keto dieter.
I’ve also been drinking LOTS of water – I don’t know what it is about losing my wisdom teeth, or taking prophylactic antibiotics, that made me so thirsty, but the effect seems to have been a sort of cleanse.
And, while I was supposed to be prostrate with pain, not bending or lifting anything and taking it easy, I was actually
- undecorating the Christmas tree
- packing all the ornaments away
- getting the lights off and packed away
- hauling the tree outside so my brother could help me get it on top of the car
- driving out to the forest preserve to drop the tree off for recycling
- maniacally cutting up four cashmere sweaters that my angelic daughter innocently washed and put in the dryer on high heat for me, rendering them unwearable, and hand sewing them onto a fleece backing to make a blanket for my Great Nephew and racing to the only FedEx place open after 8 p.m. to pay a ridiculous amount of money to have it overnighted to him so that it would get there on time, thereby negating any money-saving idea about making something homemade for him but I really didn’t want to be late for his first birthday and, today,
- taking down the outdoor lights and garlands.
I’m beginning to sense a theme here.
Things that haven’t been dusted in months (OK, maybe years, but whatever) got dusted.
Vacuuming has occurred, often.
I just might wash that kitchen floor.
And clean the bathrooms.
And finally get a blog post done. Voila.
So, if you want to lose weight fast, all you need is:
- a smooth, uncomplicated episode of oral surgery coupled with
- a mortal fear of germs and infection which causes you to
- chew very slowly with your front teeth, avoiding the molars, at the back of which are those openings into the dark and infectable places, plus
- a determination not to eat any of the recommended mushy but very carby foods (potatoes! Hell no! Pasta? Are you kidding me?) and a whole bunch of too-long-neglected housekeeping.
No? Oh well. Works for me, anyway.
I’ll let you know where all this goes, in six to eight weeks.
Until then, I remain,
Your anxious, germophobic, mindfully masticating (yes, the word that starts with “m,” to give me some alliteration here, that means chewing, so get your mind out of the gutter), hydrogen-peroxide rinsing,
4 thoughts on “Wisdom Tooth Weight Loss Secret: or, How to Drop a Pound a Day by Worrying”
Good grief. 😛
The only thing I remember about my wisdom teeth surgery when I was 18 was that the term “high” from drugs actually has literal meaning. As in, I was in pain and on my back in my bed and the ceiling was an inch from my face high.
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well it sounds like you are rockin’ the house cleaning while you are suppose to be taking it easy! 🙂 no wonder you have lost so much weight.
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I really do feel for ya. I feel like I could have written this myself. I had mine out last year and still won’t eat anything overly crunchy, and all food is chewed towards the front of my mouth. Then the rinsing immediately afterwards, of course!
And, like you, I had a pretty good experience with the removal overall. *Too good* – if you know what I mean. My anxiety and OCD are still waiting for the other shoe to drop!
I sense a best-selling diet book on the horizon…