Faster Carbs

I would just like to say I like fast carbs. Slow carbs may be filling, but gosh darn it all, they are just not as fun. Slow carbs are like driving around in a mini van, and fast carbs are the Porsche. Today's lunch of steak, greens and a black bean spicy mix was interesting, just not what I was craving. I was actually dreaming of a peanut butter banana sandwich, fried in butter, a la Elvis. Never tried it? Shoot for it on your binge day, it is wickedly tasty. My cheating today has involved fruit. I know I shouldn't have it, know I shouldn't want it, but darn it was good!! Crack latte? That happened too. How evil can these regressions be, when they are (mostly) involving something that has grown from a blossom on a tree into a pretty and tasty thingy?! How can something as simple as a sweet, ruby coloured raspberry reek havoc with this diet? (Okay, I did eat the quart). But I digress. Let's see where the fast track gets me tomorrow when my toes hit the scale.