Visions of Sugar Plums

I'm all scanned and counting down the seconds hours until I can eat normally again.  While I do not condone eating your feelings, that is pretty much exactly what I will be doing for the next week-ish while I wait anxiously patiently for my results.

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:

A sandwich
Something with mustard
Egg Salad
Rice
Cream Cheese
Creamy soup
Brownies with a glass of milk
Flour tortillas
Cheese

None of that is crazy.

Now, please excuse me.  I am off to daydream about pizza.