In actuality, the diet isn't the worst thing ever. If I could add a couple of things to it, I would have been dandy (like a little dairy. Perhaps some cereal). Two weeks isn't super bad. I'm not jones-ing for food quite like I was last time. However, there is a difference. Last time I wasn't on my thyroid meds, so I have ZERO appetite plus enough lethargy that eating was a chore. This time, I'm rocking a ridiculously medicated low TSH (thyroid talk) which means I have the appetite of a 15 year old boy.
I already informed Phil that we will be eating copious amounts of food this weekend, to which he was a little shocked. I'm not usual glutenous, but he will oblige. It is in his best interest. It's either eat or pace a whole in the carpet.
But really I don't want to eat anything disgusting. I'm not going to take a bacon cheeseburger, dip it in a milkshake and then throw some soy sauce and shrimp on it. Although now that you mention it...
NO! Some of the things I want are:
Something with mustard
Brownies with a glass of milk
None of that is crazy.
Now, please excuse me. I am off to daydream about pizza.