This post is gonna sound fake as hell...and like the kind of post I'd wince at reading last year.
"Oh good grief...don't be such a liar! Seriously?!! Oh, come on!!" is kinda what would be going through my head.
But I swear on huskies everywhere...I'm being dead honest. (and I really, really like huskies)
Ok...here's the deal...
I love oatmeal now.
Like...it's one of my favorite things in the world to eat. It tastes amazing to me.
And I've hated it my whole life.
Now? I can't get enough of the slimey crap. I want to top it with nuts and apples and peaches and blueberries...and make it all fancy...because it's honestly delicious to me now.
And I had mashed potatoes the other night...which I have always loved....and they tasted...kinda blah to me...like damn, why did I love these so much? I didn't want the quarter of a cup that I put on my plate. They just seemed utterly Meh.. Same with french fries....which used to be a favorite. I just don't really care much about them now.
Sugar is different. I still love sugar. And I've tried a little bit..and wanted more. But if I eat anything more than two bites, I feel crappy. Like nauseated and just rough. I want a glass of water and to just sit for twenty minutes. Like mild dumping syndrome. I still love sugar...but sugar hates me and the conditioning is working. I don't want it anywhere near like I used to want it. A cookie doesn't look like five minutes of joy anymore....it looks like twenty minutes of yuck. Sometimes I'll have a nibble...and run away before the sugar monsters sicken me.
I crave apples with peanut butter. But I don't like Jiff anymore. I used to love Jiff. Jiff tastes waxy and creepy sweet now. I like that weird healthy ground peanut butter with no additives. That stuff...on an apple...is heaven.
I don't crave bread anymore. Bread kinds hates me and gets stuck a little more than other things even when I chew really well. It holds little satisfaction.
I want olives. And blasamic vinegar. And fresh basil. And homemade humus. And honey lime chicken.
I don't crave fast food...at all...it even smells gross...which is astounding to me. I loved fast food.
I love protein bars. It's like candy...without the sugar monster to make me sick afterward. I cut them up into four 50 calorie pieces and use them as "dessert"
I hate eggs and ham...which sucks because I used to really enjoy them.
and I know how contrived this all sounds...and a fair number of people will think I'm spewing bullshit or wishful thinking or something....but I'm serious as a heart attack. Your cravings change. And the things you like might be WEIRD.
What the hell did the aliens do to me?