Saturday, February 7, 2015

Day Thirty-six

I had a bit of itching after my shower this morning, it was intense but brief. However I've been feeling very frustrated and quick tempered the last couple of days  -- damn near homicidal at times. Not sure if it's hormonal or diet or weather or what. I've also had moments (quite of few of them) when I just want to forget about this diet and just eat whatever I want. The cravings seem to be worse - and odd cravings too. The other day I was putting gas in the car and I had the strongest urge to go inside and get some of that cappuccino out of the machine. I thought, "Really? That's what I'm craving? Gas station cappuccino?" I didn't even crave that stuff when I was drinking coffee, why am I craving it now? But I don't think it's a true craving, more a craving of opportunity. When I drive past the yogurt shop, I crave yogurt, When I'm going through the check out, I crave candy bars. When I'm at home and there is none of that stuff around, I'm fine. I think it's the loss of the freedom that I'm really feeling, more than an actual craving.

Anyway, today we were out doing errands and it got late. We were starving, so we ended up going out again. We went to Sizzler and I ordered the steak with grilled chicken. I told them to just do it plain and asked that they clean the grill -- but they said they could just do it in a side pan, which was fine, I just didn't want any cross contamination. I also ordered the steamed veggies on the side with no butter. It included broccoli, but I never really thought I had any problem with broccoli, so I decided to just go ahead and introduce it. Since any issue I may have would be gastrointestinal, I think I'll know pretty quickly if I have any reaction.

You know, even though it was totally plain without even any seasoning, everything tasted really good. I liked it way better than the bbq chicken last night. I'm happy that my taste buds have adjusted to enjoy just the taste of real food without all the toppings and flavorings added.


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