only I know I can’t (28 years and counting). I keep eating these chocolate drop things and now I feel yucky. Why do I do this to myself? I am trying to refrain from calling myself a pathetic blob but that is what I am so there. See I can’t even stop myself from calling myself names, how can I stop myself from eating myself into a coma.<\/p>\n
Tonight I made broccoli salad. RAW made the bacon. It was the best damn bacon I have ever had. The joy I felt eating that bacon was unlike anything I remember. He was lucky I didn’t eat all the bacon crumbles before putting them in the salad. And the salad, the best damn tasting broccoli salad I have ever ate all because of that bacon. In my mind all I had for dinner tonight was that salad and a piece of sour dough bread. Sounds alright on paper but I am not counting all the bacon I ate before hand, the handful of Macadamia nuts. I am sure there is more that I am not remembering. Oh, a garlic bagel I ate when I got home from work today. I made a special trip to Einstein Bagels after work to get uncut bagels so Hollace could use her birthday present, her bagel guillotine. I felt a little pang of “uh oh” when my normally stop when she is full, barely eat half a bagel kid wanted another full bagel after eating a full bagel. I have to get her to slow up on the bread thing or risk being like me. Right now, she is a perfect weight and shape.<\/p>\n
I should throw out that bag of chocolate drops but I won’t. That is until the bag is empty. I will finish it up tomorrow night, I had too much tonight. I still feel like throwing up.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
only I know I can’t (28 years and counting). I keep eating these chocolate drop things and now I feel yucky. Why do I do this to myself? I am trying to refrain from calling myself a pathetic blob but … Continue reading