I don’t know what the deal is lately… are my Taurean stars aligned to the left of the Goddess Ceres? or am I in a retrograde love/hate relationship with the Angry Food Deity? I can’t stop eating this week! I have no idea why. I am possessed. Searching for that magical food that will satiate me longer than an hour. Of course, I don’t buy things that would probably do the trick – no sweets, no big fluffy cupcakes, no ice cream—I guess that’s a good thing.
So I eat a piece of yummy bread w/PB & bananas… have another yogurt… slurp on a few more SF popsicles. Grab another mozzarella stick. Apple? oh I s’pose, might as well chomp that sucker down too.
It’s not so much the content as the action. The wanting to eat. See? If I had my damn edamame beans it would be a no brainer. Nope, still not available.
Oh well, this too shall pass… right? Like, before I gain a kazillion pounds?!
(Yes, I am exercising – so maybe I’ll just gain 1/2 a kazillion lbs)
Know eggsactly what you mean with the eating dilemma. Except I don’t really care as much as you do. I’m tired of worrying about it. Poopie. I think I will just live ’til I die and continue to eat popsicles — with sugar in ’em — as long as I can. So there.
That [Swanson?] TV dinner brings back memories. What a huge treat that was for a hard-working Mommie then…..I’d feed you, put you to bed, then your Dad & I would dine oh-so-elegantly out of that tinfoil dish. Eeeeeuuuu.
Well, what did we know?
Love you, xoxo
Mumsy
You have just struck the nail on the head…