- You’re constantly thinking about food.
- All you have to do is give your partner a look and a grunt (maaaaybe a wave of the hand) for them to get that fucking beer/ice cream/candy bar wrapper out of your sight.
- All your girl scout cookies are shoved to the back of the pantry.
- You practically live in the bulk-foods aisle. (Did you know that those pre-packaged nuts are a racket?! You can just bag them and weigh them yourself- they’re the same nuts! -for much cheaper y’all.) #samenuts
- Your husband starts naming snack options for your kids and after each option, you start saying “compliant” or “not compliant” without even thinking.
- You start thinking about how many ways you can make eggs. There’s scrambled, hard boiled, poached, fried, omelette, raw…such a world of possibilities!
- You start carrying full meals around with you to social gatherings. You know. Just in case.
- You try to cram an entire meal into your piehole (not compliant) before going out because you’re pretty sure there won’t be anything you can eat there…and then you still bring a meal with you just in case.
- You make slow-mo videos of the blender whirling your latest tastebud sensation and then post them to Facebook (ahem).
- You start mentally planning your next smoothie even before this one has finished whirling (has anyone included almond butter?! Totally doing that next.)
- You start looking up W30 memes and laaaaaugh and laugh.
- You start running out of compliant food midway through the week and have to run to the grocery store again, ugh.
- You
startcontinue sharing about bowel movements. - You start blogging about it. Like, all the time.
Psychobabble 