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It’s a piece of cake.
Oh, the phrase that is meant to imply something is easy. But what is easy about a piece of cake?
Baking it? Not really. Saying no to eating it? Definitely not. How about actually eating it? Well…
Okay. I have to confess. This is my round about way in saying that yesterday, I ate a piece of cake.
*GASP* How could you, Nikki? You’re an awful fatty, fat-fat!
Why thank you, melodramatic voices in my head. But despite the fact that you are wrong about your assessment of me, et me assure you. It’s not a big deal. In fact, I learned something interesting the other day.
Last night was my brother’s birthday party. A pretty large group gathered at one of the local restaurant bars just relaxing and having a good time celebrating my brother’s 24 years of life.
We were spread out over a couple of tables, so I wasn’t even near my brother. Suddenly a friend commented about how she couldn’t wait to watch my brother cut his cake with a machete. We all laughed and finally I asked, “So who brought the cake?”
No one knew. Crap. I was supposed to make him a cheesecake, but he never told me when he wanted it. Plus with being exhausted this week and with dieting, I honestly just could not make a cheesecake.
My boyfriend Addison did some investigating and found out that my brother indeed did not have a cake yet. So we skipped out of the restaurant early, ran to Wal-Mart and Addison bought my brother a cookie cake and a German chocolate cake (my favorite!). By the time we got back from the store, everyone was already at his apartment. My brother was thrilled that not only did he have a cake to cut with a machete, but now he had TWO cakes!
He was extra thrilled when Addison handed him a cookie cake/German Chocolate sandwich (yes, the men in my life are not the best of help with dieting. Don’t worry. I didn’t even touch that gross sandwich).
At first I stayed away from the cakes, but when my brother whipped out the machete, he did the world’s worst cake cutting I’d ever seen. I had to fix it. There were around 20 people at this party and he made around eight, very large and very uneven slices. So after cutting and slicing and serving the cake, I decided that I could have a little sliver of cake myself. After all, it was a special occasion and it was my favorite kind of cake. And handling all that serving and cutting really tortured me.
I took the tiniest slice I could and savored every last taste of frosting. But almost as soon as my gleeful, forbidden eating had occurred—disaster struck. I was suddenly hit with the WORST stomach ache of my life. It was bizarre. I barely had any cake and I was actually hungry because I didn’t eat a super large dinner, so I knew I hadn’t overeaten.
Then it hit me. It’s been almost 5 weeks without me eating anything dangerously sugary. Sure, I’ve had some dark chocolate here and there, but nothing quite like a German Chocolate cake. My body was going into super shock over it, and it was totally not the most pleasant feeling in the world.
But then I realized—this must mean I’m actually getting healthier. I’ve heard that after a detox, sometimes foods don’t taste the same as they did before or your stomach just entirely rejects greasy or sugary foods. Was my body getting so used to good, healthy foods that it completely hated my old-time friend German Chocolate?
I think so. So while I’m happy about this new discovery, I think I’ll leave my dessert choices limited to the lovely recipes outlined by SELF’s Jumpstart Diet menu. Totally satisfying and stomachache not included.
Have you had a situation where an old favorite food didn’t taste as good to you after getting healthy? Share in a comment below or email me at NikkiRoberti@Hercampus.com or tweet me anytime @Nikki_Roberti.