Can of coke. Desperately. No, I'm not kidding. I can taste the icy-cold, bubbly, fizzy goodness.
When I'm not strictly on-plan, I don't drink pop. Well, I rarely drink pop and that's usually a sip of something hubby ordered. When I am on plan, though, I can't stop thinking about it.
OK, back to my stir-fried vegetables, scrambled eggs and Miracle Noodles.