Oh the horror of it all

Warning: If you are squeamish, you may want to avoid this post!

My friend Dani, She lives HERE, has inspired this post.

I know I've done a post on this before but it's actually gotten worse the last several months.

I can't stand FOOD!

I can understand how wonderful that must sound to a lot of people but believe me, it's NO picnic. ("Picnic." tee hee)

It started a few years ago.

The thing that it all started with was bacon. I enjoyed bacon as much as the next guy.

At one time.

One night Courtney (who used to stay up really late) started cooking bacon at like two in the morning. My bedroom is just off the kitchen. I suddenly woke up. There was a really strong, really horrible smell. I heard people out in the kitchen.

It was Courtney and Kelly cooking bacon.
I first of all gave them the standard,
"What on earth are you two doing up at THIS time of the night.

Cooking BACON!?!"

Then I told them that "I didn't care if it was thirty degrees outside". Open the damn windows and doors and get that smell OUT of my HOUSE!!!

Now I can't stand even looking at the foul stuff.

On to Salmon.

I used to love salmon. I could have eaten it every night if given the chance. And since I am the menu planner around here as well as the cook we did eat a lot of salmon.

Then came the night that we had salmon and about 20 minutes after I ate it I got sick and eventually threw it up.

I wasn't really worried, I figured it must have been a bad night for me. It put me off salmon for a while though.

A few weeks later Don and I go to Red Lobster.

I order the salmon.

I won't go into the gruesome details, suffice it to say that I wasted my money.

After a few more unfortunate events, I realized that I could not even look at salmon without feeling woozy.

All right, I figured we would not have salmon anymore. Which made me sad because nutritionists are always saying how we should eat salmon at least twice a week.

A few months later, the same thing happened with beef. I couldn't believe that I could actually have prime rib and NOT enjoy it. So much so that I think I took two thirds of it home that night.

I figured that I would enjoy it more the next day anyway.

Hah, fat chance of that happening. I started feeling sick the second I opened it's little Styrofoam container and looked at it. I told myself that it didn't really mean anything.

I put it on a plate and popped it into the microwave.

The first 10 seconds were fine. But then I started to smell it warming up.

Yuck!

Yuck!

Yuck!

Kelly had a really nice lunch that day.

Next came chicken.

How can someone not like nice, neutral chicken?

I can still eat it in small doses it it's early enough in the evening. And if I can force myself to not get too queasy looking at it.

Pretty much, most every other type of food eventually affected me the same way.

In the morning it's not too bad. I can choke down most of a bowl of instant oatmeal, and even though eggs have, for the most part, become my enemy, I can eat them if I make them super fast and eat them just as fast. You know before the thought "Ewww. I just ate EGGS" hits me.

There is one category of foods I still enjoy.

Sweets.

Yes. I still love candy. Candy, brownies, cookies, cake, ice cream.
Dreyers frozen fruit bars in strawberry or lemon?

Devine.

But for most intents and purposes, I do NOT like FOOD.
I can't stand to smell it. I can't look at it most the time, (have you ever noticed just how many food commercials there are?)

Evenings are the worst.

I let myself get way too hungry because there is nothing I want to eat, then it gets past 7 and whatever I force down my throat comes right back up if I don't lay down and make myself not think about food. Especially what I just ate.

The other day, Lisa, (my daughter in law) told me "I can't believe that you don't weigh 120 pounds.

There is one reason for that and it's because of the sweet stuff.

I have type two diabetes. I'm on a few different medications. The problem has been finding a better balance. Byetta, which is the BIG one controls my blood sugars just a little too well. Before starting it I never had LOW blood sugar.

Only HIGH.

Now it gets so low that about two to three times a day I have to depend on the sweet stuff to bring it up.

It's taken me a few months of experimenting, but I have started taking cinnamon capsules three times a day. They work really well. So well that I have taken myself off of one of the pills I had been taking.

Now, I don't have nearly the problem with dangerously low blood sugars that I used to have.

I think I may have turned a corner.

If, as I suspect, I won't need to indulge in the sweet stuff so much anymore, I just might really start losing some more weight.
In the last two years, (roughly, the time all this distaste for food hit me.)
I have lost over fifty pounds.
I have kept it all off, but the last few months I can't seem to lose any more.

So I figure that it's time to make my little "food hating problem" work for me.

It will be hard cutting back on the foods I do love, especially since they are so few, but I want to get to the point where I only eat them because I need them for my blood sugar.

And not because it's so nice to eat something that I actually enjoy.

Will it work? Will I manage to drop some extra poundage? I really hope so.

I have one little reason why I'm actually not wanting to lose weight,

But that is a story for a different post.

(wink)