I got HBO for GoT, and I'm quite liking it, and don't think I'll cancel it as planned. I also considered getting Starz for Torchwood, but it's more expensive, and as far as I can work out, I get less for the price.

So, I'll be a bad person.

Which reminds me...hasn't Luther already started its second season? I gotta go look.

I'm going to stop whinging about my problems with the 'loaf' now, but it does strike me as crazy that, while I have abused alcohol in my life (mostly breakup binges in my youth), I have never even come close to being an alcoholic.

EVER. SINGLE. PERSON. in my family had problems with alcohol. Most died of alcohol and smoking related disorders.

Me? I tip into the gutter over french fries, cookies, Dr. Pepper, chocolate and bread.

Perhaps my mammoth control issues just wouldn't let me be that kind of intoxicated. Saturated in butter and salt, SURE...but not in booze.

Just seems weird.

How close are the molecules of alcohol and sugar? I have a very naive curiosity about whether they're related enough to trigger some physical reaction.

For me, it's salty/crunchy things that will destroy my will power.

How close are the molecules of alcohol and sugar?

I'm going to be doing the research.

I've heard that the molecules are really similar and do cause similar responses. Not sure how much that is me wishfully thinking though.

The salty/crunchy thing is huge for me but creamy/sweet does me in nearly as quickly.

Agh. I feel like I should be living in a bubble with healthy food shoved through a tube.

Son of a bitch. I just lost a massive post. Never mind,it was probably TMI anyway. The upshot was, bonny, FWIW, I'm very much like you when it comes to sweets. Behavior just like an addict, physical symptoms that you'd think would discourage me from ever doing that again and yet they don't.

I'm getting Invisalign braces next month, and I'm rather counting on them to change my eating habits. I'll have to take them off to eat, then brush and floss before I put them back on, and I shouldn't have them out more than two hours a day on most days. So eating will become a PITA, and so I'll be basically forced to eat three actual meals a day, no snacking, no sugary drinks. Hopefully braces will lead to both straight teeth and weight loss. (Please?)

I look at the dessert menus in restaurants, and all I can think is "a square inch of that would be lovely." Of course, I have actually ordered garlic-cheese mashed potatoes as dessert.

I could go through a serving bowl of garlic-cheese mashed potatoes and still be looking for more.

I could go through a serving bowl of garlic-cheese mashed potatoes and still be looking for more.

I've done this!

Today I bought a lovely cauliflower to make mash from. Looking forward to it.

Dammit, now I've got a craving. And I refuse to go to Denny's and get mashed potatoes. Laziness can be a saving grace.

And I refuse to go to Denny's and get mashed potatoes. Laziness can be a saving grace.

It's a mercy that I don't own a car and live in a fairly quiet neighborhood. God only knows what I would have done during the craziest of behaviors if I could get off the Hill. (Plus, going to the tavern down the street would have resulted in BEING SEEN. Couldn't have that.)

Dinner was a bowl of pasta with bacon salt and cheese. As I was eating, I realized, oh, wait, I forgot to feed my children too. Is that perhaps why they are acting like the criminally insane in their room? So I fed Grace her extra heavy, mostly coconut milk food and Noah came and had the rest of my pasta and half a peanut butter and apricot jam (which I made and canned Thursday AM before going to work) sandwich.

I hope they go to sleep now.

Me? It's a codeine night.