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high on a mountain top / food
Sep. 18th, 2005 08:19 pmWe're home! It feels like we've been gone for weeks but it was basically just a day and a half. Some trips are like that, I guess. Yesterday was all about the bluegrass festival, which was fun, and today was about the family. Now our car is really, really dirty (a key factor in the Poppy Mountain experience is that there is dust, in massive quantities. Lots and lots of people bring their golf carts and their four-wheelers, and most of the roads are gravel.) but we had a nice time. I mention this about the car only to say that we pulled into two separate gas stations with car washes in two different cities today just to wash the thing, but both of them were closed. And no, we don't do hand-washing, so that's out. Anyway, there are pictures and I might post more about the festival at a later time, but I'm much too lazy to resize pictures tonight.
I had a Happy Meal from McDonald's tonight, because Happy Meals are my latest Thing, for some reason I can't even begin to understand. It's not like McDonald's is all that great, you know. But I'm collecting the toys.. well, I'm not sure I mentioned it publicly, but I'm insulin-resistant (which is where your body becomes resistant to the effects of insulin, therefore requiring more insulin to be produced) and have been taking metformin, a diabetes medication, for the last couple of months, and it has changed how I eat quite a bit. It can cause stomach issues, which I have to some degree but which have gotten much better after a bit of adjustment time. One thing that I still have some trouble with is queasiness and food aversion. I have this tendency to get queasy when I think of eating certain completely random foods. It's weird, and hard to explain, but part of it is also that some things I can't eat more than once or twice before they join the list of queasy-makers, but some foods stay in the back of my mind and actually help get rid of the queasy, and as bizarre as it seems, McDonald's is one of the things that can do it. I think it's the salt, somehow. (On the bright side, this queasy thing has certainly helped with my recent milkshake fetish.. ugh.)
Anyway, I was going somewhere with that but it needed a bit of background. In a possibly unrelated (as it's been going on for longer, but not nearly as strongly) turn of events, I have also become increasingly less interested in meat. The thing is, I love meat. The taste of it, the texture of it. It just tastes good. I also don't generally feel guilty in the slightest about the whole eating-a-living-creature thing because.. well, I hate to put this in a way that will offend someone. It's just that.. to talk about the food chain without considering ourselves to be part of it doesn't make sense to me. I imagine that lions and tigers and bears (oh my!) don't suffer too many moral qualms about eating meat. I could so take a turn for the offensive with this so I'll just shut up. I'm just saying.. it's never been an issue for me. (Having said that, I do find the whole meat-production topic creepy and wrong, but that's a separate issue in my little brain and one that I can't let myself worry about.) However, meat-based dishes are often the things that will make me queasy, and halfway through a roast beef sandwich from Arby's one night, I was completely revolted by the idea of eating something that used to be flesh. It's gotten more pronounced since then. It's not that I'm not eating meat (obviously, I started this by saying I went to McDonald's) or anything, it's just that I'm not eating it as often and I'm not enjoying it as much as I used to. I'm from one of those families where the majority of members think that a meal isn't complete without some sort of meat product, after all, so that's what a meal is based on, if you know what I mean. (It's never mattered that much to me, I must say.) And here's the part that ties it together.. I realized as we were heading to McDonald's that I haven't had a bit of meat since at least Thursday. In the meantime, we have been to a fish fry and then we had the leftovers from that for lunch today and I've eaten out three times. It might not sound like much, but it just struck me as odd because I didn't even notice it at the time, and it certainly wasn't on purpose. I guess the McDonald's bit can be explained this way, too--is it really even meat? *laugh* I have more in me on this topic but I'll save it for another time. It just feels so strange to suddenly not care one way or another about something that I previously enjoyed so much.
So that was way more information than you needed about my recent food crazy. I really am feeling sorry for M lately because my stomach is so touchy. Sometimes I can eat anything I would have eaten before, and sometimes he'll bravely offer to take me out for Mexican (I love it, and have long since worn him out on it) and the thought makes me want to hurl. It's bound to be annoying.
And for some reason, I am really annoying myself right now with this entry, so I will shut up and go see how the boy's nasty carnivorous dinner turned out.
I had a Happy Meal from McDonald's tonight, because Happy Meals are my latest Thing, for some reason I can't even begin to understand. It's not like McDonald's is all that great, you know. But I
Anyway, I was going somewhere with that but it needed a bit of background. In a possibly unrelated (as it's been going on for longer, but not nearly as strongly) turn of events, I have also become increasingly less interested in meat. The thing is, I love meat. The taste of it, the texture of it. It just tastes good. I also don't generally feel guilty in the slightest about the whole eating-a-living-creature thing because.. well, I hate to put this in a way that will offend someone. It's just that.. to talk about the food chain without considering ourselves to be part of it doesn't make sense to me. I imagine that lions and tigers and bears (oh my!) don't suffer too many moral qualms about eating meat. I could so take a turn for the offensive with this so I'll just shut up. I'm just saying.. it's never been an issue for me. (Having said that, I do find the whole meat-production topic creepy and wrong, but that's a separate issue in my little brain and one that I can't let myself worry about.) However, meat-based dishes are often the things that will make me queasy, and halfway through a roast beef sandwich from Arby's one night, I was completely revolted by the idea of eating something that used to be flesh. It's gotten more pronounced since then. It's not that I'm not eating meat (obviously, I started this by saying I went to McDonald's) or anything, it's just that I'm not eating it as often and I'm not enjoying it as much as I used to. I'm from one of those families where the majority of members think that a meal isn't complete without some sort of meat product, after all, so that's what a meal is based on, if you know what I mean. (It's never mattered that much to me, I must say.) And here's the part that ties it together.. I realized as we were heading to McDonald's that I haven't had a bit of meat since at least Thursday. In the meantime, we have been to a fish fry and then we had the leftovers from that for lunch today and I've eaten out three times. It might not sound like much, but it just struck me as odd because I didn't even notice it at the time, and it certainly wasn't on purpose. I guess the McDonald's bit can be explained this way, too--is it really even meat? *laugh* I have more in me on this topic but I'll save it for another time. It just feels so strange to suddenly not care one way or another about something that I previously enjoyed so much.
So that was way more information than you needed about my recent food crazy. I really am feeling sorry for M lately because my stomach is so touchy. Sometimes I can eat anything I would have eaten before, and sometimes he'll bravely offer to take me out for Mexican (I love it, and have long since worn him out on it) and the thought makes me want to hurl. It's bound to be annoying.
And for some reason, I am really annoying myself right now with this entry, so I will shut up and go see how the boy's nasty carnivorous dinner turned out.
