Sometimes I just want a cupcake

For those of you who don't know, I have a chronic condition which seriously restricts my diet. Normally, I don't talk about this on the blog for various reasons, but tonight I need to rant. For those of you who don't suffer from food allergies that seriously limit what you can eat, here's how I explain my situation: it's like when you have a crush on someone, but they don't like you back. That's how I feel with food. I love it. It just doesn't love me back. Most of the time this is okay. Who am I kidding? Most of the time this sucks. But I've come to terms with it and have adopted an "it is what it is" attitude towards it. There is really no point in bemoaning the fact that I can no longer eat things because it isn't going to change anything. But sometimes I just want a cupcake. Or a cookie. Or anything baked. Sometime I want ice cream. Sometimes I want pasta with alfredo sauce. Sometime I want cheese, lots and lots of cheese. Sometimes I want pizza. Sometimes I want coffee, and not decaf. Sometimes I want to be able to go to a restaurant and order whatever I want. Sometimes I want to be able to travel without having to figure out whether there will be places I can eat there. Sometimes I don't want to stress out about everything I eat. Sometimes I don't want to be afraid to eat something new. Sometimes I am just tired of it.