Today I was so hungry that in the middle of some piece of work I was doing, I was forced to stop and write, "I need some Rice Krispy treats!!!" on a post-it note. You can tell by the frantic handwriting and triple exclamation point that I meant business. Honestly, I could not continue with what I was doing until I wrote that down, because the need was clawing at me, not allowing me to think, read, or talk about anything else.
You see, I haven’t eaten any wheat in nearly 2 weeks. I know you’re thinking, "Rice Krispies don’t have wheat in them, and furthermore, what are you, crazy? Not eating wheat? And most importantly, why do I care? Why am I reading this blog when there’s perfectly good TV on?" Well, I can’t answer the last question, but I can say for the first two that I stopped eating wheat because 2 saturdays ago while at a pilates class, the instructor told me my stomach was probably poochy because I have a wheat intolerance. Now, this is not the first time that I have considered that wheat and I may not be the best of friends, but never have I had such motivation as the possibility of getting rid of my poochy stomach, which has been poochy for as long as I can remember. (I have also been eating wheat for as long as I remember. COINCIDENCE???? Probably so.) Anyway, so faced with this new opportunity I stopped eating it, and thereby stopped eating cookies, cake, and pretty much anything else delicious. SO, feeling sorry for myself at the grocery store, I picked up an innocent-enough looking small paper bag of pre-made rice krispy treats (because as you pointed out earlier, rice krispies do not contain wheat), and the monster was born. I had about 2 a day each day last week, and now that I have finished the bag, I can think of nothing else. So I was forced, today, in order to momentarily take my mind off it (not that it did) to admit my addiction by writing it on a post-it.
