Last night this food strike proved particularly difficult. I won't go into details, but suffice it to say that Jackie and I spent much of last night at the emergency veterinarian's office. We waited in the lobby a few feet away from a jar of Oreo cookies and a container of coffee.
Both of us opted for a taste of comfort food -- one half of one oreo cookie (the half with the cream, of course). Not "POW" approved, of course, but oh well. I was up way later than usual, so my stomach complained loudly. I tried quieting it with water, but it wouldn't shut up.
I haven't really had sugar for a while, so the small half-cookie tasted particularly sweet, and the sweetness lingered on my tongue for quite some time.
What we both ended up discussing, in between talk of the patient, were apple fritters and pie.
On a separate note, this morning, I read a story that a high fat diet has a quick and significant effect on physical exercise and cognitive function. Since I've had a mainly low fat diet, I cannot say whether I've noticed any particular changes in my cognitive functions. Of course, I'm not going through mazes or taking tests, either.
The scale hasn't dropped any since yesterday. However, I've noticed my favorite pair of jeans are now a smidgen too big.... even after a good wash.
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