OK, yesterday's post came out of the blue. For you. For me, it was the result of a Friday at work full of carbs: Bread, fruit juice and two kinds of cake. And that was breakfast at work.
Still under the influence of all the carbs, I let myself take some leftovers home with me. I had tasted the carrot cake and it was yummy, and chocolate cake has always gone down well, too. But this, my dear reader, is what has changed and why I wrote yesterday: I have absolutely no desire for the leftover cake.
I find myself having to talk myself into eating it so that I don't have to throw it out. I woke up this morning laying out strategies for how to get to a point where I would want cake. My current plan is to have my two pieces in lieu of dinner; dinner itself will be eaten mid-afternoonish.
I was never a carbaholic, but I used to buy donuts, Danish, carrot cake, chocolate cake, brownies, etc., on a regular basis (i.e. 1–2 times a week). I would happily buy some cake to have at home for myself for the weekend or during a holiday. I used to love anything made out of flour! Waffles, pancakes, cold cereal, oh, man, best food ever!
The fact that I now have to talk myself into eating something made out of flour fascinates me. What a change in my body chemisty and therefore in my thinking! (I still keep chocolate in the house, though. I am a woman, after all.)
And this change is what had me typing yesterday. My current choice in diet seems to be quite beneficial for me on so many levels. And I find it funny that those slices of cake could probably live to a ripe old age in my refrigerator and not get missed, ever.
PS: Breakfast today, described yesterday. If you look closely, you'll see two shades of white in the food: The bluer one is the coconut cream.