But for some reason, now I mostly eat chicken. I couldn’t tell you the last time I had a steak; maybe when we were in Vegas in October? Idk, that’s probably right.
Actually I know the reason, it’s this Ozempic. It changes you, very subtly. Some people say it changes the way their food tastes, but I don’t have that problem. It changes what I want. I don’t plan meals and menus, I kinda just decide around mid afternoon what’s for dinner… and even though I might have woken up thinking steaks, at 4PM I’m just as likely to think grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup.
I mean, chicken is delicious, and grilled cheese is awesome, so everything is cool. And I still try to get burgers in every now and then. I’m not crazy, after all. Like everyone else, I’ll make a breakfast cheeseburger if there’s an uncooked one leftover from the night before. Oh, and I made cheesesteaks on the griddle. Those were delicious. But, counting burgers and cheesesteaks, and all meals, I don’t think I’ve made beef ten times in the last three months.
Pork is kinda rough. I love it, but Mrs Mosca can take it or leave it. But I have some plans for pork refried rice on the griddle, we’ll see how that goes. And our daughter is coming home for the holidays, I have a nice chateaubriand for her arrival, and Christmas is Mosca’s day to make prime rib!
Its not a problem, but you guys here are my food friends, you’re the people who understand and I can talk about it with. I got this thing going on where I still love my food, but I don’t actually feel like eating it as much as I used to. Or something like that. It smells good, it tastes good, but I don’t want it? It’s hard to describe.
Actually I know the reason, it’s this Ozempic. It changes you, very subtly. Some people say it changes the way their food tastes, but I don’t have that problem. It changes what I want. I don’t plan meals and menus, I kinda just decide around mid afternoon what’s for dinner… and even though I might have woken up thinking steaks, at 4PM I’m just as likely to think grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup.
I mean, chicken is delicious, and grilled cheese is awesome, so everything is cool. And I still try to get burgers in every now and then. I’m not crazy, after all. Like everyone else, I’ll make a breakfast cheeseburger if there’s an uncooked one leftover from the night before. Oh, and I made cheesesteaks on the griddle. Those were delicious. But, counting burgers and cheesesteaks, and all meals, I don’t think I’ve made beef ten times in the last three months.
Pork is kinda rough. I love it, but Mrs Mosca can take it or leave it. But I have some plans for pork refried rice on the griddle, we’ll see how that goes. And our daughter is coming home for the holidays, I have a nice chateaubriand for her arrival, and Christmas is Mosca’s day to make prime rib!
Its not a problem, but you guys here are my food friends, you’re the people who understand and I can talk about it with. I got this thing going on where I still love my food, but I don’t actually feel like eating it as much as I used to. Or something like that. It smells good, it tastes good, but I don’t want it? It’s hard to describe.












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