Man, it's hard for me to make myself make a meal for myself. SELF! I say, YOU ARE HUNGRY, SELF! MAKE SOMETHING. And while self does admit to being hungry, self cannot fathom making a salad, or a sandwich, or ordering a salad or a sandwich or even eating someone elses salad or sandwich. This is why I ate Marie Calendar leftovers for 4 meals (those helpings are huge) and then guacamole for the next 4 meals. Self smells like onions and cilantro, I'm sure.
I'm in the same boat. I hope to lose weight this way. Don't - I repeat don't - apply this approach to housing and work. The universe is kicking my ass right now. Take care.
Posted by: nathaniel at May 28, 2007 05:38 PMAre you depressed?
Posted by: flamingbanjo at May 29, 2007 11:00 AMShe can't be depressed. She's blond.
Posted by: Joshua at May 29, 2007 04:31 PMYeah, I have the same problem. I think many of us do...
Posted by: Rachel at June 1, 2007 07:17 AM