It knows what is bad for it and it wants it NOW. My body is a three year old child in midst of a tantrum.
Since finding out I'm Celiac and discovering what it means, I have been off the gluten. Today is day 7 and it is all I can do not to rip a loaf of French bread from someone's hands, and beat them to death with it, before standing with a foot on their neck while I devour the entire loaf in one bite.
Sigh. That sounds awesome.
And yes, I know, there are lots of gluten free breads and cinnamon buns and muffins and BLAH BLAH. I don't care. I'm pouting. So stuff it.
The Guy says I've lost weight already. While this did get him major bonus points and loads of affection, I have not verified this fact with the All Mighty Wii. When I do, I am sure I will be quite pleased and thankful and whatever.
But right now, I want to drown my sorrows in Sticky Toffee Pudding. With a side of bread.