I love Calorie Count. I really do. It really helps me stay on track and I DO log in my free days. It really puts things into perspective. Some free days, I do myself proud on going all out and then other times I find that my choice in foods to "binge" on has drastically changed. The foods I crave have changed. I know that your taste buds change every so often, but I also think you can train your taste buds and your body to like and dislike certain foods.
Because I don't drink Diet Orange Sunkist but maybe once a week, there are sometimes that it tastes like crushed aspirin for kids. My taste buds prefer water most of the time, but I do imbibe in the occasional DOS.
I used to buy these frozen, preservative-free meals to have for lunch at work. I had one that I was particularly fond of and at 300 or so calories per meal, how could I go wrong? There was one day that sticks in my mind as the day from Hell. I started my day with a workout and started my workday. About a few hours into my workday, I realized I was scratching my face and the back of my neck. I look in the mirror to discover hives. I have no idea what is going on. It's not unusual for me to have hives, but it had no reason. Until, I remembered that I used some shampoo and conditioner left in my shower by our latest house guests. It smelled great and I thought I would give it a whirl. I was in the middle of plotting my shopping trip to Bath and Body Works to get their shampoo and conditioner because I loved how my hair smelled and felt, when I became aware of the hives. Instead of a fun shopping trip on my lunch break, I had to run home to re-shampoo, re-condition, re-wash my face and re-moisturize my face. I took a couple Benadryl to speed up the process, too. I returned to work, hungry as all get out since I used my lunch on personal hygiene. I popped my meal in the microwave and continued to work. BEEP! I retrieved said meal, returned to my desk. I set the meal on a stack of files and was slightly distracted reading an email while peeling back the cellophane from my wicked awesome meal. The top file started to slide, as did my meal. I went to catch the FILE from falling, which jarred the now opened meal, splashing piping hot sauce all over my arm. I yelled. Not sure where to start first, I actually tried to salvage the meal. Yes, I did. HEY! I WAS HUNGRY!!! I grabbed a paper towel that seemed to be made from recycled sandpaper and started to wipe the sauce away. Ummmmm, ow? Yes, OWIE!!!!!!!!!!!! The piping hot sauce mentioned above had melted my skin and part of my skin actually came off with the sandpaper towel. Now, I am watching my arm turn a lovely shade of crimson. I tell my boss I am leaving because my arm is on fire. Not literally, of course. I go home and have to call First Nurse to find out what I should do because it was painful and getting grosser by the minute. It didn't require a trip to the doctor that day, but I did have to go about a week later. Awesome. That was months ago and I shudder when I see those frozen meals in the freezer section at the store. I haven't had one since. Very true story. I have the burn scars on my arm to prove it. Seriously. So, I inadvertently trained myself to not like those meals.
I am signing off now to go boil some Dove Milk Chocolates and dump it on my arms and legs. To all of you near and far and to those of you wondering what the Hell this post was about, join the club, until next time...
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