Everyone around me is suffering from PMS!
Unfortunately, It is my PMS they are suffering from. I should have known, the uncontrollable cravings, the fantasies about food, the extreme irritation with all things living and not.
I have been horrid! Bloated, gassy, *****y and sad. I cried last night over the littlest thing.
And, have I mentioned that I cannot stop thinking about eating? I have had to stop myself from going the fast food all week.
Well, today is did not stop myself. I couldn't! I kept thinking that if I just let myself have a double cheese burger ($1 at mickie d's) I would stop being a horror. I thought that a few fries would quell the hormonal rage within.
I went to McDonald's drive-thru. I ordered a single hamburger (no cheese) and a a small fries. I sat in an empty parking lot eating my contraband! Huddled over the steering wheel like the wretched soul I have become.
As an consolatory response to my loving being a little thinner I did order a single hamburger (no cheese, mayo ect) and a small fries. I pulled off the top bun and only ate 20 fries. (I counted!) I wadded up the rest and tossed them into a dumpster right away.
My car still smells of fries. My sin follows me like the beating heart in "The tell tale heart" Thump, thump, thump.
I am too embarrassed to write down my "meal". But, I do not feel like killing every person I come in contact with! Sad, but true.
Not POP but still beating. T