Job interview #3 for the week today - but that's another whole subject. Interview was at 11am in the city - about an hour from home. Finished about 12:30, knew I would never make it home for lunch, so I stopped at Subway.
Subway has always been my friend. Good choices, food with no grease, spinach if you want a salad. Today I decided on a roasted chicken sandwich on honey oat with tomatoes and onions. No chips. No cookies. Glass of water. Sat down to have my lunch with my book, and all of a sudden it occurs to me I'm stuffed. Two inches of sandwich left and I can't eat it. WHAT??? Truly full. I'm home now - 2:50 as I write this - and I'm still full. No need for a snack this afternoon.
It's amazing what your body will tell you if you just listen and give it a chance to speak, isn't it?