Bad Timing.

I have to fast this evening. 12 hours. Not really a big deal, I'll be sleeping most of that time anyway. Power of suggestion though; because I am not allowed to eat, I want to. When I might want to have a sip of soda, I can't.

I get hooked on caffeine pretty easily. Over the past couple weeks, I haven't had any Diet Coke in the house. We've got coffee though! It might be 11 at night...Well that seems like a perfectly fine time to brew 6 cups. I woke up the other night with my heart racing so I've been trying to cool it on the morning Sumatras and the after dinner Firehouse Blend. Since then I've been getting the withdrawal headaches. I think Advil is off limits while I fast...My neck is tightening up.

So I have this imagined hunger and a headache. I'm getting antsy on top of my usual antsy. So [to torture myself?] I use this free time to bake the batch of cookie dough that's been resting in my fridge for 3 days. (Modified recipe using the NYT method.) I'm baking(!) chocolate chip cookies(!) that I'm not allowed to eat until tomorrow!

Yesterday in conversations with 3 different people, I realized I'm incapable of talking about anything besides food. No, I'm exaggerating. What I mean is, when I talk to people these days, I tend to steer the conversation toward food, restaurants, bakeware, Microplane graters, getting discounted kitchen equipment, the produce at farmers markets...

Wow how am I going to make it? I keep staring at those damn cookies. (Keep blogging. Keep blogging.) Hmm...When I was reeeally poor, I'd often go to sleep hungry. There's a trick to it. Nothing for dinner? Quickly get to bed. Even if it's still kind of light out. You had to knock yourself out before it got so bad you couldn't think of anything else. I think I need to give it a shot. See you tomorrow.