I go to bed tonight still hungry, dreaming of tomorrow's breakfast of bacon and pancakes...mostly I dream about the bacon. The cravings didn't really set in until around lunch time and by then I had eaten one piece of fruit every hour I was at work. Apparently fruit is not filling nor satisfying. I had fantasies about hunting down rabbits and squirrels and eating them raw.
My mood was awful. I don't know if my coworkers could tell, but my mood was and still is that of a crotchety old man/serial killer/mindless zombie. I couldn't focus on anything to save my life! I couldn't make a decision to save my life.
When I got home I made myself a PB&J sandwich. It temporarily relieved the shakes and bad mood. However, it wasn't until Fluxxdog made the black bean and cheese quesadillas that I was able to actually sate my appetite and calm my mood. Unfortunately, an hour or so later, I was hungry again. So, I made up a bag of popcorn. It was somewhat less than satisfying.
No it's 10:30 and I know I could bring a good meal to me sooner by going to sleep, but my stomach will not let me rest. And neither will Fluxxdog's. We are detoxing from the greasy foods we used to eat and fighting every urge to order out for pizza, though it is exactly what our stomachs are telling us to get. I must hold out hope. For tomorrow, there will be bacon.
...there will be bacon.
My mood was awful. I don't know if my coworkers could tell, but my mood was and still is that of a crotchety old man/serial killer/mindless zombie. I couldn't focus on anything to save my life! I couldn't make a decision to save my life.
When I got home I made myself a PB&J sandwich. It temporarily relieved the shakes and bad mood. However, it wasn't until Fluxxdog made the black bean and cheese quesadillas that I was able to actually sate my appetite and calm my mood. Unfortunately, an hour or so later, I was hungry again. So, I made up a bag of popcorn. It was somewhat less than satisfying.
No it's 10:30 and I know I could bring a good meal to me sooner by going to sleep, but my stomach will not let me rest. And neither will Fluxxdog's. We are detoxing from the greasy foods we used to eat and fighting every urge to order out for pizza, though it is exactly what our stomachs are telling us to get. I must hold out hope. For tomorrow, there will be bacon.
...there will be bacon.
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