I’m standing in the kitchen craving sugar.

I pull out the raspberries; they’ve gone moldy.  My son hands me a carton of “apple pie” yogurt; then says It probably has a lot of sugar.  We read the label; sure enough.  I toss it back in the fridge and think about the orange I ate ten minutes ago.

Sugar.

I finally pull down the rice cakes and take out a jar of Simply Fruit, blackberry.  I put a fairly hefty glob on a rice cake, spread it around, and settle back in the living room chair to watch the rest of Mud.  The first bite of blackberry sends shivers through my mouth.  I know it’s not white sugar, it’s not chocolate or ice cream.  But it tastes darn good.

By the time I finish the whole cake, with its dark purple schmear of blackberry, my craving has passed, or been sated.

I’m not  sure what — if any — lesson I’m supposed to take from that, but the snack satisfied me, the movie was good, and day 1 of my all-out run at the MS diet has nearly ended.