About 10 years ago when I was in nursing school, for some reason I started carrying around a bottle of cinnamon and enjoying a dash here and there. I’d have it open while I was reading and take a hit every now and again. It was immensely enjoyable and I’ve found, for some reason, I’m back at it. I have regular McCormick, thier organic Saigon cinnamon, and even a bottle of roasted cinnamon. I’d say I probably go through about half a bottle a week.
Am I going to die?
Just kidding. I know it’s basically harmless, if not a little weird. One of my nursing instructors used to comment on my habit. I guess I just came here to vent or complain or share what a wonderful little habit I’ve re-discovered!
I think if you’re going for a fast, this is a delicious way to help yourself out; the Saigon cinnamon is especially sweet and flavorful and there’s no way you could eat enough to make it add up to any calories (I think cinnamon is all fiber anyway since it comes from tree bark).
Anyway, that’s my story. I’ll see myself out