Christina has just informed me that it's very possible I have brain damage, which she believes may explain why I think of chocolate more as a dear friend than simply candy.
She's reading a book that will hopefully save me from ever having to go for two weeks without carbs again. She's on page 19, but things look hopeful.
So yes, here I am on Day 8 of the Southbeach Diet, and I've lost 10 lbs, which is just evidence of my severe need to lose weight in the first place. Yes, I'm feeling significantly less bloated, but also significantly more crazy. A simple trip to Ikea last night turned into a complete nightmare as soon as we stepped out of the car. You can smell their evil cinammon rolls from about 14 miles away, way before you're even in the building. I think that led to the dream I had last night that Brendan woke up in the middle of the night, drove to Jack in the Box, bought a hamburger, came back and was eating it in bed. In my dream, I woke up and he's like halfway done with his burger, looking very pleased but guilty at the same time. I actually snatch the burger away from him and throw it away. I think this is obsession!