This morning, I'm not starving or anything, but before dinner, I'm allowed to eat 2 Slimfast meal bars. Seriously??? Come on. That's just depressing. I am (quite obviously) a person who likes her food. Food can be an exciting thing to look forward to. It's comforting and happy-making. Except, nope. Not any more. Grumble.
Now, it seems, I'm actually ruined to a lot of the bad foods I would normally gravitate toward. Last night, I shared 2 Taco Bell chicken soft tacos with Madelyn (late night, need to go shopping, blah blah). Each taco has about 230 calories, So, as Maddie Pants got some, I'm thinking I'm eating no more than 400 calories, and it's not a huge diet buster. This was true. What I didn't anticipate was the 4 hour long stomachache I had to deal with later, followed by the severe headache I woke up with at 7am. I was just about to try and coin the phrase "Taco Bell Hangover", but Urban Dictionary already knows about it. Wretched pretend food, ruining my life. But to take the blame away from this particular establishment, it should also be stated that 2 weeks ago I went to Jack in the Box for lunch when family was over, and suffered the entire rest of the day. Grumble.
So conclusion? Dieting has made me completely and entirely unable to consume the "food" I used to eat on a nearly daily basis. (Yep. I ate fast food aaaaall the time. I had a weight problem. Some things shouldn't be surprising at this point.) I feel like this is probably, definitely, a good thing, but it still seems odd. Why does doing good things for your body mean it becomes weaker and more pansy-ish in response to the occasional unhealthy food? If someone has a good answer to this one, I'd just love to hear.
Last grumble of the grumble post: I don't like restricting my eating. I don't like having to exercise. I don't like TacoBellHangover. Grumble grumble grumble.