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My adventure to Dairy Queen

Let’s be honest here: Ice cream is not one of my big vices. As previously discussed, chips are my biggest BIGGEST problem and perhaps right after that are french fries. Sweet things, even  before I went on paleo, turn my stomach after a while. So when I say that I went to DQ today and enjoyed a cookie dough blizzard and that it really wasn’t that big of a deal, I want you to understand that I’m being honest.

I went for a number of reasons:

1) I wanted ice cream
2) I wanted to test my hypothesis that I had developed a lactose intolerance
3) I wanted to see if it tasted as good as I remembered
4) I was bored
5) More generally, I wanted to see what would happen.

I have been pondering this idea, since my discovery of some things —  mayonnaise — not tasting as good as I thought they would. I want to try several of the different things that I remember being really good, and things that I binged on, and now that my palette has “reset” itself, what they taste like and what they’ll do to my body. My plan was to have a day of this stuff and to make myself sick, but the more I think about it, the more I think that that might not be a good idea. Anyway, so me going to get ice cream was partially an experiment in that regard. Darcy has said that there will be some things, no matter what I do, that will always taste good and not make me sick, and that I need to be prepared in that regard. So this trip was prompted by that as well.

I was actually proud of myself for ordering a small

So this is the offender in question. Note that it is a small size, which is actually a pretty big achievement for me. My eyes are very often bigger than my stomach when it comes to ordering… anything. But since I was pretty much expecting this to make me sick, I ordered a small, not without noting that on the sign it said “Get more for your money — ORDER A LARGE!”

I wanted to be aware of what I was feeling, both physically and mentally, as I ate the ice cream so I picked a booth in the back, put on my headphones, and ate with ponderance.

All in all, it was “okay.” As Darcy predicted it tasted good and it didn’t make me sick. It did start to make me queasy after a while, but that was more due to the sweetness than the actual dairy. But I think, before I had the ice cream, I had this vision of it being… better. More satisfying, in a way. This time it was just something that I ingested that tasted really sweet.  Since  I’m not big on sweets, it wasn’t that great. *shrug*

I didn’t finish it, which is also an achievement for me. I often feel this ridiculous pressure to finish things that I buy to eat. When it’s something crappy I have from my school dining hall or something that I  have cooked myself that I can put more for leftovers, finishing isn’t that big of a deal. But when I buy something when I’m out, I always feel like I HAVE to finish it, cause even if I take it home, it won’t taste the same.

A couple of things of note. As I was eating the ice cream, I did start craving something salty. Like pizza. Always pizza.

Finished about 3/4 of it

Anyway, there’s the rest of it.

I don’t really feel guilty about this because I learned from it. I wouldn’t say ice cream is something that is off my menu forever and ever, but it may just be something that I will remember wasn’t as good as I thought it was, and therefore not waste my money on it anymore.

I didn’t really have any after-effects, largely because I didn’t binge. I did go home and promptly fall asleep for 2 hours, but I think that has more to do with my period than the dairy. lawl.



P.S. Looking at the advertisements for hamburgers in DQ had no appeal to me at all, even though I used to LOVE DQ hamburgers.


Weigh-in #3 — Sad Day

So I guess it’s fair to expect something like this, given the fact that I’ve barely eaten anything but junk food this week, and when I wasn’t eating junk food, I, well, just wasn’t eating. But here we go:


A couple of things (for me) to  keep in mind —

I definitely chomped into some queso and chips last night right before bed, and I still have a lot of mucus in me that hasn’t been evacuated. So those are some things that might be contributing.

…I can dream, right?

But in all seriousness, I’m not too terribly surprised. But I’m back on track and we’ll get it lost again.



Garlic Fried Chicken and birthdays

I survived my first day back at school today with some pretty good success. I forgot to take my camera with me, so you’ll just have to take my word for it. I had about a half an apple at work when I got hungry, and then around one I had lunch. I did my best to eat the weird green beans that they had, and attempted also to get some spinach salad down, but it wasn’t quite the same. I also put a bit too much dressing on it. Ah, well. So I had a couple of slices of pork loin for lunch.

I had the opportunity to eat on campus for dinner, but I really wasn’t feeling it. I needed to make sure that I had enough time to change for TKD, plus a good friend of mine came over to visit, so I improvised.
I fried up some chicken, without flour. The base of it is just spices. It’s similar to the fried/baked chicken that Anthony and I did a while ago, but I needed something more quick so I just fried up a chicken breast and chomped on that with some grapes.


It was moderately tasty. There’s still a weird bitter taste that comes in with all the spices. Perhaps I will take some of these spice mixes and try and make some marinade out of them too, one of these days.

I have to say that I’m pretty damn good at cooking chicken, if I do say so myself. I don’t mind chicken being a little under cooked so long as it’s juicy. When I cooked for my dad I always ended up cooking it too much and drying it out (which, of course, still wasn’t done enough for him), but now I can have it nice and juicy and scrumptous cause I’m just cooking for me!

To those of you who were wondering, the party went really well. We had all gluten-free foods, because I have another friend on the paleo diet, and one more with Celiac’s.

I still wasn’t able to eat anything too heavy, so I had some chips and dip (bad on: potatoes and dairy), and I also had some hot wings (tasty and not bad at all).

There were gluten free brownies and two gluten-free cakes, one of which my friend decorated into a draaaagon!!!

It was a collaborative effort.

And Anthony decorated the other into his rendition of a “badass.”

Can't you see the resemblance?

Both cakes were appropriate for me, of course.

One of the things that I was worried about for the party was the start of a slippery slope. That I would taste good things and want to skip off the paleo diet, etc. but I have found that not to be the case. I splurged on Saturday cause it was my party, and then Sunday cause it was my birthday. I really didn’t have too much trouble transitioning back, though, and soon enough all the bad stuff will be out of my house. And I haven’t been craving or anything.

So, overall, a positive experience. 🙂

Unfortunately, being back at school means back to homework, so I have to go tend to that.