So, yeah.
Somehow, eating this red pear that I brought to work in my purse in a little baggie (together with a yellow apple, in a little baggie, and soybean-spread-and-cheese sammich – 17g of protein1 – in a little baggie2), reminded me of this dream I had Sunday night, which did not involve pears or baggies in any way, and was brought on by too much caffeine. I dreamed that I had eaten something bad, probably sugar. It was making my jaw clench, as if I was having a seizure. My teeth were clamping together tighter and tighter and I was getting more and more upset, trying to stop it. The more I panicked, the worse it got. I was screaming and crying. Just as I heard my teeth start to crack, I woke up. I hate when my brain tries to flaunt my issues while I’m sleeping. Yep, I have food guilt. I’m obsessed with my health. I’m prone to panic attacks. I have paranoia about my teeth. I already know I worry about these things. Why does it have to remind me? Traitor. Jenni