I think I dreamed about eating gummy bears at least once a week for the first two months of the diet. I didn’t even eat them before the diet! (I’m vegetarian/vegan and they nearly always contain gelatin.) But DURING my dream I’d be like NO NO NO WHAT DID I DO then wake up and be like “Wait…um…okay. No. It’s fine. It’s fine! It’s fine,” but feel slightly panicky for a few minutes.
Yesterday, I was hanging out with some sorta crusty punk friends after a meeting we had and one went on a beer run, and asked me if I wanted anything. I said something like, “Goddamn it, really? I want celery, asshole,” being really snarky, and went back to eating almond butter (woo stage 2!) with a spoon because I was pretty hungry after being too busy to eat for most of the day. When she came back from the liquor store, she walked up and dropped a bag of celery on my lap and walked away to give everyone else their tall cans. It was a pretty silly moment (and also nice of her, haha).
Also, Heather, pretty funny that your husband smells like burgers even when he doesn’t eat them…or that you’re having olfactory hallucinations of fast food desperation 🙂