I remember how I used to love the feel of the sticky barbecue sauce on my fingers as I chewed the spareribs off the boat. I remember mashed potatoes with a big glob of butter sitting in them like a white volcano had just spewed its yellow lava from its core. I remember gooey chocolate brownies coming out of the oven, and just waiting to cool enough for me to taste. I remember so many foods that I used to eat before seeing the nutritional counselor. Dinnertime has not been the same since I saw the nutritional counselor. She made me realize that nearly everything I was eating was filled with sugar, carbs, and fact. The only meats I can eat now our chicken, fish, and very lean beef. They had taken certain fruits away from me because of how high they are in sugar. And I was told that if the food is white, it should not go in my mouth. Thanks to the nutritional counselor, I have lost nearly 100 pounds this year. If she hadn’t spent an hour telling me how disgusting these foods are once they get into my body and what they do to it, I would’ve continued eating them. Now, I look at all those foods I used to love and salivate over, and turned up my nose. I went from being one of the biggest carnivores to a vegan in that year, thanks to the nutritional counselor. As much as I’m enjoying my weight loss, sometimes I really hate her for taking away my joy of food. I will never forgive the nutritional counselor for that.