Y’all, food and I have broken up.
It’s been a long and tumultuous relationship. There was some domestic abuse. I had moments of aberrant behavior. I cheated, constantly. I grew excited at the idea of seeing popcorn, tasting chocolate. I adored Diet Coke.
Eating used to be an enjoyable experience. I loved fresh strawberries, peaches still warm from the sun, watermelon, baked chicken, paella, sardines and crackers, oatmeal with cream, tuna fish sandwiches with pickles, and cinnamon rolls.
I normally skipped breakfast and would have a large salad for lunch – with black olives, artichokes, a few croutons, and maybe some blue cheese chunks.
I haven’t cooked since December. I gave my son some of my good Cuisinart skillets because I won’t be cooking for a while. Animal protein is a no-no. No chicken, beef, or fish.
It turns out that I’m also super sensitive to salt. Who knew? So, now cottage cheese is out and so are most cheeses. Olives of any kind are now on the forbidden list along with artichokes (unless they’re fresh artichokes).
Fructose is verboten now, so bye-bye fruit. (Waving to peaches, pineapple, and watermelon.)
Diet Cokes – or anything diet? Can’t eat it.
Bread? Nope. Gone.
Rice, flour, sugar? Nada.
However, I can eat pecans, peanut butter (made of peanuts only, no sugar), broccoli, Brussel sprouts, homemade yogurt, and a glass of milk a day. I can also eat a small salad, plus copious radishes. One day soon I may just turn into something round and red.
When I go into the kitchen now I just sigh. The choices aren’t there. It’s broccoli or sprouts. It’s do I want a radish now or some yogurt? It’s boring and not at all exciting.
You know how the pleasure center in your brain is activated when you eat something you like, like chocolate cake or popcorn? Well, my pleasure center is sitting in the middle of my brain going, “Yeah? So what else ya got? Send me SOMETHING girlie!” (I have begun to think of my pleasure center as this guy from New Jersey.)
I am not the first person who has had to radically change their way of eating because of medical issues. This is about a 2 on the Aggravation Scale (using 1-10). However, it’s amazing how much my life USED to revolve around food. Now all I do is reach into the refrigerator, get a radish, and go to town. 🙂
How about you? Have you had to change the way you eat?