Do you ever get the feeling you’ve been possessed by a hungry, less sane person than yourself? One who can ignore all your (the sane one) admonitions that eating one more bite (or 236) is too much? One who thinks nothing of having peanut clusters before breakfast? One who stupidly goes grocery shopping while starved and buys a cake mix – just for the hell of it? One who has a couple of bites – protein first – of the huge cobb salad she bought for lunch and proceeds to throw them back up… But… continues to eat every single bite? One who’s so full she’s wildly uncomfortable, nearly doubled over as she’s scouring the kitchen for something sugar filled to eat? One who flat out ignores that there is a medical device implanted inside your body to help keep you from massively overeating? One who has a very excited a-ha moment when she remembers there is a cake mix and quickly makes the cake batter before anyone can come and remind her that she’s full to the point of bursting? One who sits down with a spoon with the bowl of batter and does her best to cram some more in?
Yeah, me neither.