So far this afternoon I have had white chicken chili with brown rice, plus two pieces of cheddar, plus dried mango, dried strawberries, and craisins, plus two containers of mandarin oranges and one container of diced pears, a handful of sunflower seeds, one of those Fruitables drinks, some buffalo jerky, and I’m about to gnaw someone’s right leg off. I feel like I haven’t eaten anything. And I’m trying to stay away from the peanut butter cups and the dark chocolate pomegranates, because of the caffiene.
My coworker currently has an unopened box of Tagalongs just sitting on his desk, mocking me.
I have an empty box of Reed’s Peanut Butter Ginger Chews sitting on my desk.
If the mini-mart downstairs in my office building hadn’t closed an hour ago, I’d be all over the Klondike bars.
Screw cooking tonight, since I’m on my own, I’m going out to hit the chinese food bar at Wegmans.
hungryhungryhungryhungryhungry
So over the weekend I once more "wasn't feeling it" because I got a little crampy, a little spotty (with having the probe on Friday, I can expect a wee bit of spotting), and significantly less hungry.
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