I used to feel the same way trying to get a medium-rare burger, lol! It sometimes felt like getting meat cooked to my actual preference was more bother than it was worth. So I learned to like medium-well or even well done burgers/steaks.

I stopped sending food back to the kitchen, because it felt like more trouble than it was worth.

Now, I'm faced with adapting to or accepting a new reality. Because of illness, I'm not supposed to eat almost anything containing fat. No burgers. No steaks. No chops. No fatty fish like my beloved salmon. No avocado. And certainly never any butter or olive oil.

If have to force another piece of dry, skinless, white meat chicken (with all visible fat cut out) down my throat, I think I'll scream.

On the plus side, since I can't eat almost anything remotely pleasurable or satisfying, I'm dropping a ton of weight I needed to lose. (I was probably 40 lbs over where I should have been when I was hospitalized nearly a month ago.)

Other another potentially plus side, I'll have to learn to accept what I can't change. But I'll tell you, that's easier said than done.

A whole new lesson in accepting the world as it is!