There is an unenforceable rule in my house that I am not allowed to consume caffeinated beverages after 9:00 am. Yep, a.m. I am so sensitive to caffeine, that any time after that would keep me awake that night, annoying my husband with mindless chatter. Hence, the rule. Last night though, while enjoying a cookie dough Frosty from Wendy's, I realized the treat in a bright yellow cup would be a definite rule breaker.
Hours later, after counting backwards, counting sheep, and counting make believe lottery winnings, my mind really began to wander. All my thoughts seemed to co-mingle, but basically it was this: I just read French Women Don't Get Fat (which deserves much more than a mere mention, so I'll embellish later) and it was consuming my mind; I thought about my BS in Food and Nutrition, and how I focus only on the Nutrition side and forget about the Food side; and I just got back from an amazing trip to Charleston, SC where we indulged in the wonderful local fare. To sum it up...I kept thinking about how much I love food, and now I'm going to write about it.
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