I can remember staying home from
school one day when both my mom and I were sick. She made us a really great lunch consisting
of halibut, baked potato and corn.
Neither one of us was able to taste anything on our plate. The only real difference about the food
itself was the texture on the tongue.
Otherwise the taste was pretty much the same.
I had forgotten about that incident until
yesterday when I added salt to the chicken noodle soup and later on the spaghetti
(never in my entire lifetime have I added salt to spaghetti before) because I
couldn’t taste them. I couldn’t taste
the pancakes or egg I had this morning.
I couldn’t taste my orange juice or medicine. Great for the medicine. That stuff is nasty – and I wonder if that is
what dulled my taste buds in the first place or if it is this sinus infection.
I still don’t feel as unhealthy as I did in May when I wanted to
die. Still, I don’t feel great. If my taste buds are now a permanent condition,
it will be so much easier to lose weight as I normally eat for enjoyment and
not necessarily out of need. Right now
there is no enjoyment involved. So why
bother.
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