You know the drill. You’re enjoying a tasty sandwich. Soft bread that weighs less than three pounds a slice. Maybe some fries that share a fryer with the dreaded breaded chicken fingers. Maybe, just maybe, you’re enjoying a beer.
Suddenly, about 2/3rds through your sandwich, it hits you; you are NOT supposed to be eating this. How could this happen, I know better than this. How did I slip up? You throw the sandwich to the table, push away the beer. Maybe you even gulp some water, swish it around a bit to rid your mouth of any remaining glutonium.
This is about the time I wake up. Wide awake, mouth dry as dirt.
I was diagnosed back in October 2007, and I easily still have three to four of these wheatmares a week. Sometimes they are so convincing I’m positive I’ve eaten something on the bad list, and just sit and wait for the repercussions.
So, I’d like to hear some of your wheatmares in hopes they might calm my own. Feel free to comment away and maybe getting it on “paper” will help you too.
