Friday, May 4, 2012

Confessions of a Freaky Eater

I am a freaky eater.   SOME call it a picky eater, some call it a resistance eater ... a doctor once told me it is an aversion to texture, taste and smell ... and that I have a supertaster gene.   Whatever you call it - the bottom line is my eating habits leave a LOT to be desired.   Granted, I have improved, but slowly ... and I need to stop hopping on and off this crazy wagon and drive the stupid wagon once and for all.

The list of what I CAN eat is far shorter than the list of what I CANNOT eat.  I also tend to eat the same things over and over again.   Gotta branch out and add more diversity and variety.  I'm dragging my kids along with me.  I'm giving them a penny for every new food they try, and a penny for each day they eat at least 5 servings of fruits/veggies.

Here is a link to a blog I had going where I was trying a new food every single day.  This was seriously stressful for me ... like anxiety to the max ... you have no idea.

This is the blog:   and more on my disorder is written here:

But anyway - I was aiming for 300 new foods - - and I somewhat failed.  I think I got to 226.  I was thinking about this today because tomorrow is Cinco de Mayo, and that was when I started the new foods challenge last year.  It made me sad that I didn't finish the challenge.  Frustrated with myself.  I've also gained weight lately, and realize I am sliding down a slippery slope and heading in the wrong direction.  I've been lazier with exercise and not tracking my food at all, and not trying anything new.

No worries - picking myself up ... dusting off ... and starting again.  I do not eat enough fruits and vegetables, and so I need to find ways to get them into this body, one way or another - - via smoothies or juicing or whatever.  I bought a great new juicer I have yet to try out.  Heck, it is still in the box.

I also have been lax in the water drinking.  I had completely given up diet coke for months, and it crept back into my life.  UGH - I hate that.  SO, no more.  Bye Bye Diet Coke ... and now that I know it's like crack, I will treat it as alcohol and pretend I'm an alcoholic and just seriously never touch the stuff again, not even once, so that I can't ever go back.

So follow along with me as I put myself through the ringer.