Yes, I'm stressed out.
I eat when I'm stressed. I am so full now that it hurts.
Two loaded hot dogs.Two large orders of fries.A grilled chicken sandwich.A soda.Half a pitcher of beer.Two cupcakes.
While I'm eating I think it's going to help ease my stress.
Afterwards, I always feel like crying. I ache.
It's silly how my mind never seems to remember my same previous mistakes.
My husband used to say, back when we were in college, "It's a good thing you aren't going for your PhD...I'd really worry about you..."
2 comments:
What's stressin' ya, hon? And yeah... that's a bunch of food, woman... relax or you're gonna explode.
I could probably get in the two hot dogs plus the soda and nothing more at each sitting. And I'm exercising three to four times a week! Relax babe! Maybe exercise will help?
On another note, it's gonna be Easter soon. Any plans, especially for the munchkin?
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