Tony joined Weight Watchers a couple of weeks ago. He has been wanting to lose weight for a while (he is about 40 lbs heavier now than when we met). I, the amazing chef and probable cause for his weight gain, have decided to help him out by cooking less “good”. A challenge for me, I know. Not to toot my own tuba, or anything. I’m just that good.
I made some banana bread last night, following a lower-fat recipe and substituted Splenda for sugar. I tasted the batter, and it tasted alright. Then, I started to feel ill. Vomity, even. I waited for the bread to come out of the oven, then sliced some for myself. I chowed it down, and still felt ill. In fact, I was writhing on the couch from the nausea. It felt like I was pregnant with Sacha “I make my mommy puke” Adam all over again.
I told Tony I thought I was allergic to Splenda. He laughed. Said it was impossible.
I felt sick all night.
I felt fine when I awoke this morning. I noticed that Tony and Sacha had enjoyed a couple of slices of bread and left a few crumb pieces on their plate. I ate them up, not thinking anything of it.
Now, I feel like poop on a stick.
I think I am allergic to diets.
Aw, well. Back to fried perogies with bacon for me!