so I fell off the wagon.

Bound to happen, I suppose, after days and days of being good, only eating protein and protein and little else. Yesterday, I fell off the wagon and good. At the grocery store, I bought a snickers bar. Haven't done that in a long time. And my old sugary self came roaring back. It tasted good, I'll tell you that.

I've always believed the only reason I didn't become a roaring drunk, like so many of my erstwhile relatives, is that I learned to cook early and loved to eat from a way early age. I still have a scar on tthe first two fingers of my right hand, from when I was in the third grade - a latch key kid from way back. I was making divinity. I could read, I could measure, I could understand the candy thermometer. But the only thing I couldn't do was hang onto the pot and when I began pouring that scalding hot sugar syrup, I poured it all over my right hand. ouch! Too bad it didn't lessen my love for sugar. I sometimes think I'm bonded to sugar. Certainly addicted to it.

But most days, eating plenty of carbs - 2 eggs for breakfast, 3 oz. protein for lunch and dinner and just a bit of veg, i have no sugar cravings. except once in awhile, like yesterday.l sigh.

but anyway, i got up today, ate my eggs, and its now 5 o'clock and i'm still not hungry.

salmon for dinner tonight, with summer squash, peeled and sauteed in olive oil with garlic, onion, and herbs de provence. throw in berry tomatoes at the very end. fleur de sel. good and good for you.