You know what’s funny? I’ve learned that gustational memory is almost as enduring as olfactory memory. I’ve eaten so many things during the course of my life, I know what everything in the pictures I post tastes like (with only a few exceptions). It doesn’t make my current situation any less frustrating—in fact just the opposite because I want to taste them again—but I do enjoy torturing myself nonetheless. If I ever reach the point where I can stuff my face with abandon again, I fear I’m going to regain all the weight I lost in a matter of a couple months I’m sure.
What’s even funnier is that before the surgery, when Ben and I were trying to decide what to have or to go to for dinner, we both just shrugged and said, “Nothing appeals any more.”
Oh, how a few months have changed all that—at least for me.
OMG. The only thing I may want more than a cheeseburger are hard shell tacos!
ABSOLUTELY, MARK. That Taco video is beyond torture to sit through without being moved to take action. And the incredble effects of the CRUNCHING sounds…should be banned by The Geneva Convention!
Gotta say my favorite Pizza (with Black Olives) is featured as well, but thankfully it’s silent.