I already told you about the chocolat-pains-of-shame that I consumed in the parking lot of Sprouts. And now I must tell you that things have gone from bad to worse. You can totally take this line from that Rolling Stones song--"I'll come to your emotional rescue"--and turn it into a line that describes me right now--"I've become an emotional eater (ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh)."
Yesterday I consumed (among other things) chocolate cake, a doughnut, movie popcorn (with butter) and a Twix bar. I didn't even enjoy eating them. It was just all OPEN MOUTH AND INSERT FOOD NOW.
Ugh. Why do I think this is never going to happen again?
On the bright side! I'm meeting TRQ for lunch today at Paradise Bakery!
(See? More food . . . )