I wanted to write about the “I” mind, but since I stopped reading the book and don’t even remember the name of it, I’ll leave it open as a possibility that my mom may write on that.
Normally, I eat well. I don’t eat a lot of sugar or want it. I like a piece of Chocolove Dark Chocolate with crushed coffee beans in it after lunch or a piece or two or three or ten of Endangered Species Dark Chocolate with Blueberries. Other than that, I don’t crave the sweets. Maybe I get my full dose in my coffee every morning.
Thursday, yesterday and today were a different story. I wanted crap food all day. A donut, that I would normally gag thinking about, sounded and tasted deeee-licious. Well, why just taste one? Have a bite of each from the donut smorgasbord. Smorgasbord. That’s a funny word. When I was done with the fried sugary food, I went for cheesecake, then peanut brittle, then a bite of ice cream, and back to the cheesecake. I don’t mind the calories these days, but I mind the unhealthfulness of it. It’s not like me.
I know this is temporary. Excuse me while sip my Wild Berry tea to keep my mouth busy. I’ve already had 2 travel mugs full of peach tea, unsweetened I might add. Stars know I don’t need any more sugar today. I wonder if it has something to do with fatigue. I haven’t slept well in 3 nights and would argue that I slept about 3 hours last night, but I probably slept more than that. I got 5 hours both nights before. Hm. By Jove, I think I’ve got it. If only I hadn’t crashed like only a sleep-deprived human could this afternoon, I might have hope that I’ll go to bed in an hour. Well, I can hope. Bedtime tea for the next round! I wonder how Bedtime tea and a downloaded episode of “Glee” would digest. Sounds like indulgent fun.