Right now, it's a word that has a different meaning than before.
I can truly empathize with people that have dietary restrictions, or severe allergies, or any sort of limitations.
It's a constant thought, yet a constant avoidance.
Everything revolves around food.
Mother's Day, Father's Day, Christmas, birthday, friendly get together, lunch meetings.
What can I eat there? What have I already had today?
If I've had 2 things, then I've reached my limit.
Or, what is later today, that I might want to "eat" (and I use that term lightly) at that event.
Example: If I had oatmeal for breakfast, and my beloved blueberry muffin (just 1. heaven forbid 2.) for lunch, then I can't have dinner.
So, if I'm going to be away from home, or in a social setting and pretend to try to find something comfortable, then I can't eat lunch or breakfast, so I have to go with a protein shake or a spoonful of peanut butter for one of these.
It's a mind game.
It's wearing me out.
In conclusion, I had the muffin for breakfast, red grapes and a bite of turkey for lunch, so it's me and Jif for dinner!