Eating Cows

I'm starving. I could eat a cow. I'm grinding my teeth and sucking my cheeks. I want a roll with butter and grape jelly. I'm wiggling my right foot. I want salt, sugar and fat. What would be really good right now would be some vanilla ice cream with carmel sauce, salted cashews and scooped up with waffle cookies. Some rice crispys with whole milk and lots of sugar for seconds. Potato chips and french onion dip would be good for thirds.

I have PMS this week, so self control will be in short supply and obsessive thoughts will attack me about every two seconds.

I didn't gain any weight over the weekend, which is a win since I had a graduation party Friday night and another one Saturday afternoon.

The party Friday night was at a pool/picnic area. The chairs were those cheap plastic stackable resin chairs. Guess who got one that was cracked. Guess who collasped on her ass. Want to take bets as to what everyone was thinking? But my friends were very nice and they recognized that the chair was broken already. But I think if I was a normal size, it may not have split in two.

Chairs are one of the reasons why I want to lose weight. My fat ass will not fit into chairs that have arms on them. If I want to fly anywhere, which I do want to do sometime soon, I must lose weight because airplane seats are just not comfortable and I don't want to have to ask for a seatbelt extension.

Guess what, I'm not so hungry any more and food is on its way as my husband is cooking dinner right now. Yes, I know, isn't he wonderful? But don't tell him. He's already got an ego the size of China.