And boy, am I ever jonesing. Even as I fill myself with bananas and mandarins, there's a significant bit of me that wants to head out to the nearest café and eat large slices of cheesecake. It reminds me of the first day or so of giving up smoking. I'm guessing it's some kind of carbohydrate withdrawal1.
I think this is probably a good sign, on the whole. If I can get over the hopefully-brief withdrawal symptoms, I may be able to reset my appetites for the new year.
1Probably not helped in the least by spending Christmas in Crete, land of nice bread and fine pastry and lots of Christmas biscuits.
