Eating
It would appear that I'm still in the "not eating much" mode. Last night I didn't feel like cooking and dirtying dishes when I was still trying to clean the ones that were already dirty, so I ordered pizza. I only had two breadsticks and two pieces of pizza before tossing everything in the fridge for leftovers. Today I met my friend Sabrina at Fuddruckers (which, of course, I always want to call "Fu**rudders") in Brookfield for lunch today and ate about 3/4 of my burger and almost no fries. I did drink my chocolate malt, though (a girl has to have priorities).
Initially I thought I wasn't eating because of nerves/stress, so I'm hoping that my stomach just shrunk and I'm eating accordingly, and that there's not something else going on.
Although I expect my stomach will be expanding back to its normal size when I go to St. Pete on the 25th -- I always seem to drink and eat more when I'm around Marnie.
Okay, back to work.
Initially I thought I wasn't eating because of nerves/stress, so I'm hoping that my stomach just shrunk and I'm eating accordingly, and that there's not something else going on.
Although I expect my stomach will be expanding back to its normal size when I go to St. Pete on the 25th -- I always seem to drink and eat more when I'm around Marnie.
Okay, back to work.