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[brightrosefox]

Yesterday was a day so lazy and soft that really, what else was there to do? We woke up at noon again. Adam made me an egg in a house sandwich. With cheese. Two stories. I did eat half of it, but my gods. And then I nuked myself some bacon. And later, after hours of television watching (Danny has downloaded and is determined to watch every single episode of Stargate SG-1; we're up to season eight now; and then later, every single episode of Babylon 5), I ate half a bag of popcorn. And then, realizing that the pot roast that Adam was mercilessly slow-cooking would not be done until I went to bed, I ate a microwave dinner (Healthy Choice Grilled Chicken Marinara) and then a bagel with cream cheese, toasted. And then, much later, the anorexia mindset bulldozed full force leaving me wracked with guilt and constantly massaging my very full belly. And then, that little voice of common sense spoke up and said, loudly, "You are complaining because you ate too much throughout the day on a Sunday, totaling much less than two thousand calories. Calories that wouldn't put a pound on you right now if you held them at gunpoint. Woman, are you out of your mind? Stop that! Stop -- stop it -- good girl. Thank you," and then I stopped maniacally doing crunches and leg lifts and push-ups, and went back to reading a book.

I think it was just the... heaviness of the foods. Texture. Ah, American cuisine.

Eh. My stomach still hurts, but for different reasons.

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[muguet-de-mai.livejournal.com]

Huzzah for a good voice of common sense!! :) Glad you had a restful weekend.