Scuse Me, Can I Please Have Some Food?

I really like food.  That is probably why I am so upset that everything that I have even considered to eat over the past week has completely repulsed me (not including the amazing macaron that I had in Sonoma a few days ago).  But I am seriously down to my high school weight which is NOT something that I am proud of.  That girl was a tiny, womanless jock.  That is just not me anymore (at least the tiny and womanless part).

I accidentally started a "paleo" diet about two months ago.  My favorite food is pasta, bread, and cheese, so believe me when I say that this was not my idea.  I didn't completely eliminate carbs - I still had some sugars.  But I pretty much stopped with the grains.  This was not easy for someone who could go days and days and days sustained by bagel lunches.  On paleo, I was eating a lot of meat (steak, fish, chicken, bacon, ribs etc), tons of veggies, eggs, nuts, and fruit.  And I felt great.  Really energized, fulfilled, and motivated.  I felt full - I didn't have to eat all the time, and I felt healthy.  Not to mention that my oh, so favorite body part - the belly pouch actually started to diminish.  And I, Meghan Wardlaw, was enjoying cooking.  Ask anyone who has spent any kind of time with me what kind of revelation that is.  Yeah, never really one to embrace the kitchen....please just do it for me.

After I got my score, I literally felt like I had been punched in the stomach.  Really hard.  And that feeling has not gone away.  Kind of a butterfly/nausea/air knocked out of me combination feeling.  It was pretty bad....a true blow.  But I should be used to this.  I have a sensitive stomach.  My stress and anxiety go strait to my tummy - it is where I feel everything.  I now know that I can blame my mother for this...something to do with the bacteria infants are exposed to when they are born via c-section.  But I digress.

The point of this story is that I was on Lakeshore yesterday doing some errands...taking a study break... and I looked across the street at Arizmendi.  All of a sudden I was hungry!  While pizza isn't exactly paleo friendly, it was delicious and I'm so glad that I can feel my appetite again.  I can see how this might seem silly and inconsequential to an outsider, but having my stomach back means that my dignity, self esteem, and mojo are dutifully returning.  Oh, and did I mention that I went running yesterday for the first time in a long time?  Watch out boys, the four pack is here to stay.

If I'm going to study for the MCAT again - which I'm going to do.  I have already started.  I need a strong, energized, motivated, happy, and healthy body.  Thank you body for finally starting to creep back.  I can't do this without you.