I gave up the cookies, people. Which makes anyone who has ever apologized for calling me a witch learn to go with their gut. Ah ... the gut. My cookieless gut lasted one day and then had to start blabbing about it to my brain. "Oh, what's the matter? She can't handle a few cookies now and then? They were low-fat anyway .... She kept them put away in the pantry .... Is she alright?" So now my brain is pissed at me and is acting weird and doing bad things like telling me the shaking isn't gonna stop and that I'm a permanent bitch.