I'm hungry. The painful type of hungry where it feels like your stomach is turning inside out. I hate that painful feeling. I feel like my body is eating itself, which it probably is in a way.
Oh, fair reader, you may be looking at my food diaries and saying, "Wow, you eat a lot of crap!" Yes, fair reader, I do. However, the amount of crap I've eaten in the past 3 days and the sheer volume of food has gone way down. WAY. DOWN. Further evidence of that is that I think I might rob a Girl Scout for some freaking thin mints, jail sentence be damned.
Breakfast:
liquid egg white with salsa (protein protein protein, hate eggs, but I'm trying to suffer through)
green tea
An hour after eating breakfast the painful, hungry, rob a Girl Scout feeling is back. Drown it out with more tea. Not working.
8 pieces of candy. What is weird is how I felt an instant calm come over me as the sugar was entering my bloodstream. Whoosh, not ready to rob a Girl Scout, maybe even chill enough to not even scope out the Girl Scout for her potential thin mints. Could sugar be my version of heroin?
Lunch-ish:
2 plums
1 nectarine
2 pears
Dinner and beyond:
4 corn tortillas (50 cal each)
3/4 of a HUGE zucchini with a bit of olive oil on it
chicken tortilla soup (an ample amount) with cheese (an ample amount) on top
small bowl of ice cream with caramel sauce - should have had a sno cone, but it was rather late and a certain 3 year old would have wanted a sno cone too and that would have delayed bed time even more.
