Day 3: 10:17 a.m.
I ran out of bananas. I just knew that I should have made a milkshake from them, so they could last longer. But I still have apples at home. And popcorn... I shouldn't eat so much buttery popcorn, but chewing calms me down. The normal popcorn does nothing for me. I eat the extra butter ones. Another bad point, I know, but my brain wants carbs and is willing to make me suffer in case I don't give it a big enough dose. I honestly don't know how I managed to write today's chapter. But I got more views today, so I think I must have done something right.
I just imagined the romance as my feelings for sugar. I might need to write something other than smut tomorrow, but the brain wants what it wants.
Anyway, today I made pasta. I didn't want the sauce to be sour, so I put 1/4th of an apple inside. It worked, sort of. The sauce is still a bit sour, but manageable sour. And it is so tasty. I can sense the tomato inside, and the onion and the basil. Fresh and crispy. The deli meat I used as a way not to let it catch mold in the fridge tastes salty and not sweet.
It simply boggles the mind how different something you have been making since you learned to cook can taste, when you don't put in sugar. Now I am going to cycle for 40 minutes, then put the pasta on plates to cool, and then cycle for another 40 minutes. I need to clean the leaves from the garden today. I just need to keep myself busy. My body is trying to get clean from the sugary poison. I just have to grit my teeth and keep going.