Happy New Year, Bitches!!! May it be filled with good things for all of you.
'Dirty Girls'
Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
YOU GUYS. This is weird and disturbing: my stronger-than-death sweet tooth is GONE. It has been for about a week. Maybe it's because I'm sick, but being sick in the past hasn't made my sweet tooth go away. NOTHING has made it go away.
Here's the only thing I can think it is: I started a new probiotic for my IBS, and it's not made of good bacteria; it's actually a yeast, but a "good" yeast in the same way that probiotics are good bacteria. Anyway, the yeast-probiotic is supposed to wipe out Candida overgrowth.
Candida overgrowth is not uncommon with IBS, and/or can be mistaken for IBS.
[Yes, it's an hour into the new year, and I'm talking about my colon health. Shut up.]
One of the major symptoms of a Candida overgrowth is -- you guessed it -- massive sugar cravings, because Candida is a bad yeast that wants sugar. So maybe my sugar cravings are gone because the new probiotic is getting rid of a Candida overgrowth.
It's just...WEIRD, to have all kinds of Christmas cookies, and chocolate, and cake in the house and not even want it. I'm not avoiding it out of some sense of food "virtue," by sheer force of will; I really don't want it. At the party tonight, I nibbled on potato chips, shrimp, and swiss cheese, even though there was cheesecake and red velvet cupcakes with buttercream frosting and a big glorious chocolate cake with chocolate frosting and white chocolate shavings on top.
This is MESSED UP, yo.
This is MESSED UP, yo.
I think your previous state was the messed up one. What you think is normal? Fucked up. Wait...I think just blew your mind.
What you think is normal? Fucked up.
Well, YEAH. Have you MET me?
I have, actually.
I have met you on a train
I have met you puking out your brains
I have met you dodging a dance
I have met you in leather pants.
Um, I'm going to take your new probiotic on the off chance that I stop liking sugar. M'kay?
I have met you on a train
I have met you puking out your brains
I have met you dodging a dance
I have met you in leather pants.
This? Is AWESOME.
Um, I'm going to take your new probiotic on the off chance that I stop liking sugar. M'kay?
It's not so much that I don't like it anymore (I had a Christmas cookie last night, and it was tasty), but I don't have the heroin-junkie craving for it. Weirrrrrrrrd.
This? Is AWESOME.
Happy New Year!
but I don't have the heroin-junkie craving for it. Weirrrrrrrrd.
When I did the low-carb deal-i-o several years ago that happened after a few weeks of suffering. Except that I'd have these vivid dreams about drinking lots and lots of Kool-Aid.