Went to my friends' house last night for a dinner meeting. My friend is an AWESOME cook, but as usual, I didn't get to eat any of it. It sincerely bothers me *less* than it used to (probably being on stabilization and not being ravenously hungry right now helps). And I can joke about it and mean it, but still, it's tiresome.
What's also tiresome is the reality that I'll have to monitor what I eat very carefully the rest of my life. While most can have carb with every meal (even a modest amount), I can't. Even under the best circumstances, I can only have a little, a time or two a week. It takes a lot of planning, which is fine, I guess (that's how I roll), but still....
I guess I've never grown out of the thinking life ought to be fair and easy and good for everybody all the time.
Two weeks 'til pizza!
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