Anyone who knows me knows that I LOVE food more than most people do. I love the way it looks, the way it smells, the way it tastes, the way it feels, etc, etc. It's amazing to me that my passion for food has not led me to obesity. I guess I have been blessed with my mother's super fast metabolism. It has slowed down as I've gotten older, but when I've noticed the pants were getting tight I would just work out more so I could eat the same.
Well, recently I found out that I have an ulcer as well as some other stomach problems. I have been placed on a very restricted diet, and by very restricted, I mean there are more things on the "can't eat" list than there are on the "can eat" list. I have done pretty good sticking to the lists. Two things I haven't given up that I'm supposed to are coffee and cigarettes. But, I have cut down, less than 6 ounces of coffee a day, and a few smokes.
The breaking point came yesterday when the Girl Scout cookies I had ordered came in, and I realized that I couldn't eat any. I wanted to cry. Then I got this overwhelming craving for In-N-Out Burger. When Dave got home I told him that I really (X about 15) wanted to go there for dinner. He of course, looking out for my well-being, said he didn't think it was a good idea. At that point I threw the cookies at him and said, "Fine! Enjoy your frickin' cookies!" Then we went to In-N-Out for dinner.
I promised Dave I wouldn't complain if I was in pain later, so I won't tell you how I felt after eating the burger, but I will say that it was worth it!
I know we all have to give up things now and then, The Sentimental Sasquatch is saying "So Long to Donuts." So I was just wondering, what passion have you had to give up, or revise, and how did you get through it?