Torture (con't)

It's Easter Sunday and I should have been gorging on Peeps and chocolate but instead, I've taken a few steps back and missed yet another great candy holiday. I was really disappointed when Valentine's Day came and went and I couldn't eat endless chocolate-covered marshmallow hearts and heart-shaped Reese's peanut butter cups. Now I've missed another one, and I'm just lucky that there aren't any other big candy holidays on the horizon.

I don't have a candy addiction, but I do like eating it. I enjoy having a sweet after dinner. Or, admittedly, after breakfast. Whatever. Now, even approaching 17 weeks, I still have to think to myself, "how will this taste going the other way?" and, "do you really want to do this?"

The same struggle I have with sweets is presenting itself with the one thing actually truly I want to drink: orange juice. I would like to swim in a river of the stuff and also get an OJ IV and have sticky orange fingers for days. I want pulpy teeth that I have to constantly floss from eating so many oranges. I pause when I see orange displays at the grocery store. Morning, noon and night, all I want are oranges. Is this a craving? Maybe. Or perhaps it's just an overwhelming urge to avoid getting scurvy. Regardless, these great navels and Valencias have been getting me in trouble. For the past three days I've satisfied my desire for an orange, orange juice, or both. And all three days I've suffered the consequences. Yep, still sick. But maybe now it's all my fault. I'm just tired of the Ensure. And the bland toast and the almonds and other things I've been forcing myself to eat in an attempt to get myself some nutrients and all-important protein. I just want to have a few oranges! So now they're off limits. Clint's not allowing me to eat them any more because they cause too much havoc. Sadness. It seems that fruit juices of any kind are tough. I can handle melons (boooorrr-ing) but I don't want melon. I just want the oranges!! Please!!

Now that oranges are off my menus and chocolate has been cut back, I'm left trying to get creative without causing problems. Tomorrow I head back to the aisles looking to be inspired. Wish me luck.