Mind control by polysaccharides
I am CRAVING white-flour foods right now. Waffles, toast, cupcakes, an English muffin, ANYTHING. Most intense I've felt since the yeast control diet. I'd forgotten how this kind of thing could just take over my brain! It's not hunger -- well, okay, I was also hungry, but I had this omelet sitting right there, and it just wasn't what I wanted. It feels like I am, in this one small way, completely insane.
I guess I should have known I was swinging into this phase when, last night, I wanted pizza more than I wanted palak paneer. Fine, pizza's tasty, but more than palak paneer? That's just wrong! (For me, anyway.)
I just might be fortunate that there's very little of that stuff in the house. I could imagine chomping down ten pancakes at a sitting, or a whole baguette with Brie all over it, or goodness knows what. Then I'd feel awful for ages. Right now, I'd do it even knowing I'd feel awful afterward. See? Insane!
So I'm sitting here eating my omelet and drinking my tea, and I'm telling my body it will get loads of perfectly serviceable carbohydrates from other sources, for example this evening when I have wine. It isn't listening.
I guess I should have known I was swinging into this phase when, last night, I wanted pizza more than I wanted palak paneer. Fine, pizza's tasty, but more than palak paneer? That's just wrong! (For me, anyway.)
I just might be fortunate that there's very little of that stuff in the house. I could imagine chomping down ten pancakes at a sitting, or a whole baguette with Brie all over it, or goodness knows what. Then I'd feel awful for ages. Right now, I'd do it even knowing I'd feel awful afterward. See? Insane!
So I'm sitting here eating my omelet and drinking my tea, and I'm telling my body it will get loads of perfectly serviceable carbohydrates from other sources, for example this evening when I have wine. It isn't listening.