Boooo to Pain

Today, I uttered the words I never thought I would ever say in my life.  I told my dad I was afraid of eating.

Now for those who know me....I have never said those words in my entire life. My love for food is bigger then most people's love for it.  I could probably win an eating contest versus most of my friends.  I look at menus because I go to restaurants to see what different options I have for my meal.  I even look at menus for places I have never been to or plan on going to because my friends mention it.  I'm a food fanatic.

The past month though I have not been able to enjoy my love of food like I want to.  This week I have been trying to have a "bland" diet of things that would not upset my stomach.  Although that has not helped my symptoms at all.  I get a terrible pain in my side a few minutes after I eat which sometimes brings tears to my eyes.  I just don't get why I have not gotten better or why the doctor didn't think to give me medicine after that first visit to try to treat the problem even if we don't really know what the problem is.  Now, he's beginning to do that, but I'm nervous about taking the medicine and it not working.

To be positive though, they will find what exactly is wrong with me and give me medicines to fix me.  He says he is pretty sure what it is, colitis.  Fabulous.  But I'm not really worried about that because Brendan has it, and I watch him on a regular basis eat things like Buffalo wings.  If having colitis means I can't have any more alcohol, I mean that will suck, but I will deal with it.  As long as I get my food back soon, that's all I'm truly concerned with.

I do not want to be afraid of food anymore.

And once again I have to laugh about how most of my posts seem to be about food.  It reminds me of the Woodmont family and how food makes our world go round.

Off to watch the ever exciting Syracuse and Uconn game. Let's go Huskies