I want to tell you a tale of two diners, both of them me. Crabby Christine used to hate to go out to dinner with her husband Larry. Every time Larry would suggest we go out to eat, I would have to pretend to be pleased when all I could think about was all that food I wouldn’t be able to eat, because of my AIP protocol. I was equating going out with my sweetheart of a husband with deprivation, lack, want.  In other words, I was associating pain with our date instead of pleasure. I really didn’t want to keep doing that. So I put on my coaching hat and sat crabby Christine down in my … [Read more...]