I need help. My mouth is currently set to browsing mode, and I’m not sure what to do (or to eat) to satisfy my mouth-cravings.
I’ve got a wicked case of ghost hunger — My stomach isn’t growling, but my mouth is telling my brain that I NEED TO EAT MY LUNCH NOW and it’s only 9:30 a.m. Is it possible that I dreamt of myself eating that bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios for breakfast?! No, but I ate at 6 a.m. so maybe it is possible that I’m hungry again. (They say that breakfast jumpstarts the metabolism.)
I cave under the mental arm twist and reach into my lunch cooler. Half of a turkey sandwich on wheat later, my brain receives another transmission, “I’M THIRSTY — NOT WATER (BORING) — HOW ABOUT APPLE JUICE?”
Glug, glug. Then comes the order for “SALT” (did you know that Ritz makes a great cheddar baked chip?!), followed by another swig of sweet, all-natural apple juice.
Yeah, yeah — normally I’d chalk it up to PMS too. But ever since my surgery I’ve been all out of whack; my birth control pills and my uterus on opposite ends of my Fallopian tubes, engaged in a fierce game of tug of war. I don’t know who’s winning but I have a feeling about all of these caloric refugees that I’m snacking, nibbling and chowing down on; they are going to take up permanent residence on my hips until this matter is settled.
I’ve been taking Pilates classes all throughout 2009, but now I’m also back in the gym for cardio & weight training, back in the pool for Sunday laps, and I am logging somewhere around three miles/night walking dogs this week. I should start to feel pretty damn great any day now.
But my mouth just told my brain to eat a piece of dark chocolate. And do you know how much sugar is in apple juice?!
Did I mention my now-going-on-three-weeks chocolate-iced-donut craving?