I can’t stop eating chips. What do we think that’s all about?
Salt? I have a baggie of salt in my desk drawer, full disclosure. Most things are just not salted enough for me.
Hope I don’t have high blood pressure. Or get it.
Even though I wasn’t a “biter” as a kid, there are some things in the present I’d like to bite.
Chips usually get eaten with a sandwich. We all know a sandwich from a shop of some kind is probably double the size one should eat in one sitting. I swear on the way back to the office that I’m going to eat HALF the sandwich and HALF the bag of chips.
Today was egg salad. Am I really going to save half of that for tomorrow’s lunch?
It amazes me that I’m in my 5th decade of life and I don’t have eating (and drinking) under control. I think I’ve said that before, but, I mean, REALLY. Those are some effed up problems right there. I have TOO much food to choose from and TOO much to drink available? Poor me.
Also, all the “I just can’t eat because I’m going through a divorce” clothes are getting PRETTY tight. See the underwear blog.
A) It’s good to feel so much better that I can eat.
B) All my old issues were just on hiatus.
Any skinny bitches want to weigh in here?
“Eat less; exercise more,” will not be accepted. This is WAY more complicated for me — and others — than that. If it was that easy, we’d all be at a healthy weight. If it’s that easy for you, I think you’re lost on the blogosphere.