Yesterday's free lunch: pasta in assorted sauces, with bread and butter.
Today: someone brought in Krispy Kremes and left them by the microwave.
I don't for one minute think other people should have to change what they're doing for my comfort, but my God, I never knew how AWFUL this sort of thing could be. I am getting a major education here.
edit: AND there's an Enforced Fun at the office tomorrow! Guess what we're having! Pizza and ice cream! I think I feel an attack of bubonic plague coming on. *eyeroll*
Today: someone brought in Krispy Kremes and left them by the microwave.
I don't for one minute think other people should have to change what they're doing for my comfort, but my God, I never knew how AWFUL this sort of thing could be. I am getting a major education here.
edit: AND there's an Enforced Fun at the office tomorrow! Guess what we're having! Pizza and ice cream! I think I feel an attack of bubonic plague coming on. *eyeroll*
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[edit: I wonder if the worst part of this might be that I'm viewing it as a stricture imposed upon me, rather than a choice I am making. If I viewed it as a choice, and if I truly believed I could get back the ability to run or hike in trade for the ability to eat most food in the USA, then it might be a choice I'd be happy making.]
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Do you still have your tonsils? I'm just curious, as the subject came up the other night. I was trying to explain what a tonsillith was, and it's kind of hard to explain to someone who doesn't have any memory of having tonsils. :-)
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How long does it take before you have, oh, mental calluses to protect you a bit?
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I don't recall when I accepted things. Sorry that I don't have better estimates of my own experience for you.
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Yeah, this much I'm familiar with. It took very little time for me to lose all craving I'd ever had for caffeinated drinks. Pain is an effective teacher.
I think part of what's hard for me right now is the broad sweeping comprehensiveness of it. At a restaurant with 100 things on the menu, I can eat six, and those only if I get them modified. Because I am not at all a good cook, I no longer enjoy anything I eat. This might have been easier a piece at a time -- or it might be easier if I thought of it as my own choice. Heck, it might even be easier if I were seeing some results from the whole treatment thing, such that I got back some of the stuff I lost when my feet went south! I dunno. This is a toughie.
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I know Jen will chime in at some point, but I can tell as well as I can from second-hand how frustrating this must be. We don't eat out much anymore, no longer (just) from budget but because she can't find places worth the trouble. You may have noted how much time she's put into figuring out ways to make palatable food within her restrictions, and she has a lot of practice in cooking.
I hope very much that the trade-off is successful for you. I know it has been for her. Between the gluten-free and the CPAP, she's feeling a lot better. (I won't specify how I know, but imagine I'm waggling my eyebrows.) She still has days of exhaustion, but that's our own fault for having three yard-apes running around the place.
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Yeah, Jen's experience is a portrait of frustration. Anyone avoiding either wheat or corn in the USA is in a world of hurt. (Avoiding both AND all the OTHER grains probably isn't much worse than either one alone.) I completely understand how it can be not worth the trouble to eat out -- and it's practically not worth the trouble to eat in either. I'm down nearly ten pounds, and I ain't tryin', I tell you whut.
I'm glad she's feeling better. For a long time there, she never felt *good*. That's awful when it goes on for years.
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