Houston, We Have a Problem

Big problem, MASSIVE problem. I am going to clear this up right now before I write the next sentence and everyone blows up my phone with texts and calls, I am NOT pregnant. However, I am craving and dreaming about food like a pregnant woman. I am on this cleanse/weed out your allergies/ diet thing and it is kicking my butt. It is harder for most people because you have to go without breads and grains for six weeks but luckily I am used to that part so that tips success a little bit more in my favor. However this tips it back so far it does a complete circle and lands back on the fail side, no sugar or dairy for eight weeks. EIGHT WEEKS. That knocks out the two meals of cereal I eat every day. I have been ok so far, I have only had to pop one vile of Zip Fizz to get me back on my feet. My body isn't used to a lack of sugar in the slightest bit. I will tell you however I feel much better. I sleep through the whole night and wake up pretty refreshed and ready to go. That in itself is worth it. Anyway, that isn't what this post is about, it is about the fact that I have gone from not caring much for food, to cooking a little bit, to dying to cook and obsessing over gluten free recipes that I can't wait to try. Obsessed I am telling you. I have already compiled a word document full of breads, crackers, dinners, lunches, breakfasts and most importantly, desserts and it is burning a hole in my computer and all but printing itself, begging to be used. I am counting down the weeks until the diet ends and I can attempt these things. However, I ran into another problem/obsession, I am now obsessed with the thought of owning a mixer since to make a successful loaf of bread, that doesn't taste like a kitchen sponge, you need one. Until I get one I am going to be dreaming about a mixer serenading a box of donuts in a window balcony while I shed a tear from the box I reserved to the Opera called "Crumbdonio and Wheatbreadet."