Food, food, glorious food

Yoga pants and nerdy glasses

I am starving! After consuming the daily caloric recommendation of a third world country nearly every day last week, I got back on the wagon today. I didn't snack. I didn't cheat. And now? I. Want. Food.

As soon as I utter the word "diet" I start dreaming in chocolate. I want guacamole and cheeseburgers and raspberry white chocolate scones and all of the other glorious things that are bad for my waistline.

Last week, while snowed in, I ate two huge blocks of Velveeta. There was no cheese today. Just peanut butter, vegetable soup, and sadness.

To say I have an unnatural attachment to food would be like saying Tiger Woods had an unnatural number of mistresses.

But in the interest of "new year, new me," I shall ignore my growling stomach and go to bed, while visions of Reese's cups dance in my head.