I had my pre-op physical this morning. They told me that I'm very healthy. I said they should try telling that to my gut. If this is what very healthy feels like, I feel sorry for everyone else. Trying to be grateful, I guess it could be worse.
It's been raining all day, which I'm happy about because we need it desperately. But I can't get warm. Especially my fingers. I feel sorry for my massage clients.
Anyway, today was Friday and Mike wanted to go out. So I contacted our favorite bbq place and asked them if they could grill some chicken for me without all the seasoning and bbq sauce. They were happy to accomodate. I added a side salad of mixed greens, carrots, and cucumber, dressed in olive oil.
Here's the thing, I really didn't enjoy it at all. The salad was ok, but the chicken was bland, bland, bland. bleh! I dipped the tip of my finger in the bbq sauce just to taste it, because I thought I missed it. But all I could taste was sugar. It was soooooooo sweet. How did I ever think that was yummy? I asked my boyfriend if they had changed the recipe, but he said it tasted the same as it always did, so it must be my tastebuds that have changed. I've always loved bbq -- on anything. I can remember being so poor that I would eat bread dipped in bbq sauce because that's all I had. And I liked it. But I definitely done with commercial bbq sauce. Maybe I can find a recipe for a paleo bbq sauce that I like.
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