So here's the thing. This week I stared my new job and I met all these new people and they met me and they didn't know a thing about me. They don't know that I have Crohn's Disease. They don't know that I'm uber-health conscious. That I'm ridiculously concerned about the quality of my food now after years of being ridiculously unhealthy. They don't know that I'm gluten free and dairy free and trying to keep the sugar to a serious minimum. They welcomed me by giving me a bucket of candy. They have no idea that it was the worst gift they could've given me. And you know what? I ate it all. I realized tonight that for one week I was just a regular person. I didn't have to explain my food choices to anyone. I didn't ask questions. I didn't read labels. I just ate the best I could throughout the week and didn't worry about it... too much. And do you want to know something? I didn't like it.
The old me would've slowly fallen off the wagon and stayed off of it until I was horribly sick again. But this me? This "new" me... she kinda doesn't like eating chocolate and drinking soda and wondering whether or not her pad thai sauce contains any bad ingredients. WHO AM I????? On my way home from work I stopped at the health food store and started stocking up for next week. I don't even feel sick or anything, I just feel wrong, bad, not right. I enjoy eating the right foods for my body. Oh my goodness, did I actually just say that? Yeah. I did. It's insane.