I have discovered the following equation to be true:
Homework + Stress + PMS = Dietary Disaster.
I already get hungry during a certain cyclical time of the month to begin with, pile on top of that a lot of home work and some home work related stress and you’ve got a real recipe for disaster. Yesterday I felt like I ate everything that wasn’t nailed down.
On his way home from work, Ted offered to pick me up a vegetarian burrito from our favorite Mexican take out place, and I told him to make sure they included the guacamole.
He helpfully reminded me that I’m not eating guacamole right now, and I nearly took his head off with my shoe.
Needless to say, I had my guacamole – and any number of things I shouldn’t have eaten yesterday but did.
It’s so extremely frustrating to blow it like that, it’s like I’m a prisoner who keeps voluntarily adding more time to my prison sentence. Sure, tack on another week locked in my fat body… it’s fine!
No it’s NOT fine. It sucks!