where i'm at

I get asked quite often how I'm feeling, so to answer your question (this applies for this week only).

If you say Twix, I immediately must have a Twix.

If I smell a McDonald's cheeseburger, I immediately must have a McDonald's cheeseburger.

If you tell me I'm having prime rib for lunch tomorrow, I will dream about said prime rib, wake up thinking about said prime rib and thus lust after said prime rib until it is in front of me.

I eat 2 pieces of fruit every morning. I've graduated from tangerines to plums and peaches.

I'm eating a Twix as I type.

My husband's family loves a place called Salas'. I, like most every in-law does not fancy it quite like they do. All week, knowing I will have their tacos on Saturday---I have had an intense craving for Salas' all day, everyday.

The only food that brings disgust is chicken. Fried, maybe. Grilled--you'll be eating alone.

It's like my stomach and appetite are playing a vicious game of Simon Says. I'm losing.

I lost a pound.

oh, and did I say tired?

you asked :)