Hmm, I'm going to have to read that book. I've seen it mentioned a few times. I've never been much into alcohol, but the last time I indulged in a carb-fest (Stouffers Mac n Chz), it felt so much like my epidural that it was kinda spooky. Also reminded me of the vicodin/gas combo I had at the oral surgeon. I've read about the ol' serotonin connection courtesy of Deb Waterhouse (Why Women Need Chocolate), and though I'm not normally a depressive type, I've been there enough to recognize it when it hits.

My MIL has given up drinking, smoking and sugar and says that sugar/caffiene is by far the hardest of the lot.

Food, as they say, for thought.

Friday