Okay, I'm at that point with my gestational diabetes where my blood sugar is all over the map, but mostly northward. I swear, one measly, innards-carved-out piece of bread with dinner can send my glucose measurement soaring! Which means I'm cutting carbs in a major way. 

Which also means that all I can think about is food. All. I. Can. Think. About. 
I also have NO energy. But when I try to catnap, visions of parkerhouse rolls and hot fudge sundaes with cherry vanilla ice cream dance before my closed eyes, keeping me up. (At least, that's what was on the menu yesterday.) 
This also happened when I was writing Chicks with Sticks 2. I was pregnant and undernourished (okay, not technically, but sometimes it FELT that way) and the Chicks always seemed to end up EATING. All the foods I couldn't. I still remember writing a stitch 'n bitch to which  Bella brought squishy strawberry Australian licorice. I could taste it! (Oh, durn. Now I can add licorice to my list of forbidden cravings.) 
Now it's happening again. Today, I'm writing a scene that takes place at a horse track. But do I care about the noble thoroughbreds or the sleaze of the betting windows? Nope! It's all about the hot dogs, nachos, and peanuts. Yummmmm. Luckily, the character in the scene is quite the snacker (seems to be a theme with my characters) so it works. 
And happily, I've discovered a new snack, inspired by Sarah Dessen, who blogs about these all the time: deviled eggs! They're so much tastier than mealy old hard boiled eggs and--like all finger foods--fun to pop into your mouth like so much Australian licorice. And each egg has, count it, exactly 1 gram of carbs from the mayo, which counts as a freebie. So I'm free to eat them until I get sick of them to my heart's content. 
Of course, they'd taste even better smushed into a parkerhouse roll, but I'll try not to think about that now. Instead, I have to go write about hot dogs and nachos. That'll help! 
xoxo
Elizabeth