She woke wreathed in guilt, she told me. She’d been dreaming that she’d baked warm, fragrant rolls and was waving them in front of me, asking repeatedly if I didn’t want some.

My dear friend Sarah reads my blog, and she’s an unusually sympathetic person; she was so distressed that she’d had such a guilt-inducing dream that she emailed me this morning to apologize. She knows my current, temporary mantra is “no grains, no dairy, no sweeteners,” and that fresh rolls are a complete derailment to my two-week plan. Hence her overwhelming guilt when she woke up.

Isn’t that funny – and extremely kind?

It made me think that perhaps I’ve been hitting the Sugar Reduction Diet gong a little too hard of late. Really – I’m doing very well. Just tonight, while scrambling eggs and heating up a large slab of ham, I sang a little paeon of praise to the substance that makes all life better:

We love you, butter,
Oh yes, we do
We love you, butter,
And we’ll be true.
When you’re not near to us,
We’re blue.
Oh, butter – we love you.

Now, butter on fresh, homemade rolls is good, but it’s also pretty sensational for scrambled eggs and even for the caramelizing of ham.

But here’s what’s even better: As the fall weather has finally cooled, I put on a pair of slacks and discovered that they were… well, slack. There’s a fold of cloth over my hip. My HIP. That’s the biggest part of my body (well, the one I can see, anyway – cough, cough, butt) and NEVER gets any smaller.

So day six is proceeding with me in good spirits; I’m almost halfway through the two weeks and not in need of the concern that might inspire guilt-inducing dreams. My friends, all is well!

This handsome artwork, lifted from Google Images, seems to be from “Medical News Today.” Nice for the topic of dreams, nuh?

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