When Inderal Meets Low Carb

I’ve commented before on how disturbing Inderal dreams can be.

Last night I dreamed I was eating in my college dining hall.  I had half an English muffin.  Then I went back for the second half.  Then I had a croissant.  Then a bagel.  Then another croissant.  You know where this is leading, don’t you?

I’m sure the “fat is all in your head” camp will say that this is because I miss these foods.  On the contrary, this was not a dream of desire.  It was a nightmare.  It was like I dreamed I was eating poison.