"Mmm queasy stomach, what would you like to eat today?" I ask myself this daunting question, a question I wish had a crystal ball I could refer to. I know I need 2,000 calories, but right now the thought of food makes me gag.
"Okay tummy, I see you plan to be difficult," I mutter, as I make the executive decision to stall eating & opt for a soothing ginger tea instead. Tea is my confidant in everything... It's warm, it's cozy, and most importantly my stomach very much appreciates the strong punch of ginger.
While I sip my tea I whip out my phone & begin to calculate meal ideas.
"Okay, so lunch needs to be at least 500 calories. Where am I going to get that? Hmm..." My mind begins to search the database of food calories I have tediously organized by taste buds.
"If I'm craving sweet I can go with some GF pancakes...that's 180 per pancake. Maybe 2 of those & some protein... Bacon? Oh yeah, bacon. Lots of good calories there. Hmm, but maybe I want more salty. Yeah, scratch the pancakes.."
This process goes on until my taste buds & my stomach can agree on something that my Calorie counter approves. That was a chore.
Counting calories is hands down the most mind numbing thing I do all day. Keeping on weight has proved to be incredibly difficult, and my 'always in knots' stomach doesn't quite help for the cause. By the time I figure out what I want to eat I have all but lost the appetite I mustered up. Because of this fun quirk there is a very limited window where I decide what I want & where I physically eat it. Eating is like The Amazing Race.. Incredibly challenging, confusing, and then there's a giant sprint to the finish.....