What some call health, if purchased by perpetual anxiety about diet, isn't much better than tedious disease.

As I continue down the road to eating healthier, I have also been using homeopathic supplements.  I've been drinking Yerba Mate, and drinking an apple cider vinegar/water mix daily.  I've been trying to add brewer's yeast into my diet, but sometimes it's hard to do that if I'm not eating a food I can mix in into without being able to taste it.  It's pretty funky.  If you haven't tried it, it's kind of nutty and cheesy at the same time, but it's a powder.  I also bought probiotics, but still haven't found a good time to start the regiment.  I was told that for the first day or so, I will feel nauseous, so I was going to start on a day where I didn't have anything to do.  Unfortunately, I haven't had even a free hour on my days off lately.  (Hence the lack of blogs.)  I've even started eating fruit.  Before this last year, the only fruits I would even consider eating were apple and bananas.  The rest tasted so awful and sour to me, I couldn't bear them.  Don't even get me started on the texture.  I have now doubled my fruits that I will eat to include grapes and pineapples.  Baby steps, okay?  I'm still weird about texture.

One of the unfortunate side effects of eating healthier, fresh foods is the change in your tastes in foods.  Mostly, that is a good thing.  It's good to enjoy healthy foods that you didn't enjoy previously.  However, I was a processed/frozen food junkie.  I have food items that remain near and dear to me.  Food items that make me happy just to think about indulging in.  Food items that Tyler would never eat.  So, on occasion, I will make plans to treat myself to some of these items while Tyler is away at practice.  Tonight was one of those nights.  I planned to have a dinner date with myself, and a Totino's Party Pizza.  I have been dreaming of this for WEEKS.  Tyler practices twice a week, but it hasn't been convenient to treat myself to a party pizza any other time because of leftovers that need to be eaten, or practice has been cancelled or rescheduled, or I work too late to pick one up, etc.  In any case, tonight was THE night.  Party Pizza time!

I cooked that shit up.  Let it cool down for a few minutes, so I didn't burn my taste buds on the party explosion they were about the receive.  Then, I ate my first bite.  Ew.  It was NASTY.  What the hell?  It's the same, cracker-like crust.  Cheese looks the same.  Sauce looks the same...  I kept eating, thinking it might get better.  It never did.  I nearly finished the whole thing, and it just tasted worse and worse.  What a bummer.  I keep discovering that my favorite foods that I rarely get to indulge in are not delicious at all like I once thought.  They're kind of disgusting.  Sigh.  I guess this is getting older.