Apparently, when I am worried about major medical stuff, I eat cheat. Not green stuff either. We're talking forbidden foods (ok...semi-forbidden foods): sugar-free chocolate, cookies, cheese, etc.
The last time I "fell of the wagon" (before starting an outrageously high dose of Ivermectin), I devoured half a bagel and a box of gluten-free cookies.
This time, rationalizing a clot might explode in my brain, I chose chocolate-covered, sugar-free coconut ice cream bars (yes, that's plural), a baked potato with cheese, bacon, and butter, and these little beauties...
Hubby stopped me today just short of consuming a basket of Logan's yeast rolls.
Thinking you might die sure does crazy things to a person.
Altered Today: Thoughts about last suppers, diet, yeast quotient. I'm so over this diet thing. Is it bad to say I just don't care anymore???
PS These actually aren't my last supper items. These are more like my last-supper-in-case-I-die,-but-don't-want-to-go-too-far-off-the-deep-end-in-case-I-don't items.
Still, it was nice to E-A-T!!!