Peanut Butter Ex-Passion

So for those of you who have read my Baldwin profile, you know that I have always considered peanut butter as a major food group.  When I got to Duke and was put on a minimum of 3000 calories by my doctors (in order to gain weight), peanut butter was my go-to food.  My brand of choice was Kroger Roasted Peanuts & Honey in either Creamy or Crunchy...delishhhh (If you haven't tried it, I highly suggest giving it a try.) 

I sat with my homework, a jar of peanut butter, and a spoon and that's all I needed for hours.  I craved it all day and night.  I had some weird sleep eating thing my freshman year, where I would wake up in the morning to find empty food packages...or jars of PB or find that I had somehow gone to the vending machine.  It was like my body craved it even when I wasn't conscious, probably from being malnourished in high school.  I felt like a pregnant woman trying to satisfy my need for fats.  

And then something crazy happened around the time of surgery...

I ate peanut butter that people brought me and the PB & J sandwiches I was given in my hospital meals.  About a week out though, food was the last thing I wanted.  The first few weeks...everything tasted off. Way before my nausea phase kicked in, I started hating Cheesecake Factory food and sodas, even Coke Zero, and foods that I normally ate on a daily basis.  Indian food was the only thing I really wanted because of it's spice.  Slowly, however, my taste started normalizing about a month post-surgery for everything except..PEANUT BUTTER!

Since then, not only have I not really had nor craved peanut butter, but I am almost repulsed by the thought of it.  I never thought this would happen.  My mom didn't like PB because she said it tasted like the butter from peanuts (go figure...she was silly) and hated Reese's.  I always thought she was insane.  I found people who weren't too fond of the food absurd.

And now, I'm that person. 

What's happening?!