Yesterday I couldn't seem to get enough food. Even after I was full I just felt like I had to keep eating, and I make it a rule not to deny my body any gratification it demands. I don't want it to get mad at me.
I started with Jack in the Box (two tacos, a milkshake, and a chicken sandwich), then a few hours later I was on my way home from something and decided I needed a grilled stuft steak burrito from Taco Bell. Shortly thereafter I found myself working my way through popsicles and cupcakes. Finally it's starting to get late, and I'm getting concerned... because I'm still hungry and I'm running out of viable options here. Then I see it. A little plastic container of roast beef that I bought a week ago to make sandwiches with.
"Hmmm, well I don't have any bread, lettuce, or anything like that." I keep looking in the fridge and realize that I do have mustard.
The thought comes to me slowly... what if I just put the meat on a plate with the mustard, and just ate it like that? My mind is telling me no, but my body is telling me yes. It is done, and before I know it I'm out for round two.
Be concerned. I know I am.
In other news I am reading The Time Traveler's Wife right now, and it's making me nostalgic for Chicago... and Rachel McAdams.
Conference highlights to follow.
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