The Rabbit Food Diaries: Sugar Dreams

For the last few weeks, I've been posting new recipes on Friday nights. But, after last night, I feel maybe I should take a tiiiny bit of a break (just for a week or so, let's not get too crazy). I've been on The Rabbit Food Diaries regimen for a little over two months now, with roughly two and a half months left to go. And during the past two months - and even for a short two-weekish stint before it began - I've been good as gold. Let me be clear that it's been hard; for someone who was used to biweekly meals of BBQ pork and fried chicken, going without has definitely been a topsy-turvy adventure of sorts.

And now, even moreso lately, I've been trying to be even better about avoiding certain foods, especially sugar. It's excessive of me, maybe, but I've still been having the angriest cravings for chocolates and sweets, so I thought, maybe if I just cut it out entirely then I'll stop thinking about it altogether. And it's been sort of working... until last night.

Marie Antoinette, 2006
Last night - I kid you not - I dreamt that I was binge eating sugar. Shoveling it, quite unladylike in fashion, into my mouth. It started out normally enough - at first I was eating one of my mother's best cookies ever (a family recipe). And then I had another. And another. And then I moved on to candy (mainly Easter candy, from what I can recall - there were special Easter Reese's and SweeTARTS for sure). From candy I moved onto cakes (red velvet and butter-cream, OMG) and then I started eating just straight brown sugar, in chunks, right from the bag. Spooning the sugary chunks into my mouth. Needless to say, I woke up in a sweat.

I've heard of this before. I've read about people who go on drastic diets having very vivid dreams about certain foods - and sugar is one of the biggest contenders. In any case, this dream was so clear and so lifelike that today, when cookies were delivered to my office, I almost fainted. I was able to fight off the demons of sugar-dreamland and denied myself a cookie or five, but my brain is so tired from having to constantly say no to myself that I'm looking forward to a quiet Saturday in Brooklyn, far away from packaged sweets and deliverable cookies, and closer to kale, peppermint tea, and broccoli.

Has anyone else out there ever had food dreams? What was the recurring one or the one that had the biggest impact? Leave a comment below or e-mail me at hippieteaparty@gmail.com, I would love to know I'm not alone in this.

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