I think I am in “have not ate crap in over a week” withdrawl. I went to the Mall to buy a slicer and see the new Star Trek movie (I am not impressed as others). While walking around the mall I think I fired neurons in my head to tell me to run and eat crap.
I did not. I went home and made jenny’s chicken fajitas. The kicker was that my desert/late-night snack was not a sweet treat. This is compounding my sweet tooth urges. I guess I’ll just hit the sack early and sleep through it. Oh and my hands are KILLING me!! (worth it)