sunday was the superbowl, which meant I snacked all day but never actually sat down to a meal. monday I was busy with school, work, and sorority stuff, so it was basically a snack day too. no, I'm not condoning skipping meals, but it happens. so today, sydney came over for dinner, and we decided we wanted to go out to eat. being extremely ravenous, I decided we should go to chipotle. I barely made it through the longest line ever that moved at the pace of glacial ice (that's pretty slow if I remember correctly from my geography class). FINALLY I was able to get my grubby little hands (adam reference) on a steak burrito, and sydney and I dashed to the closest table.
I inhaled.
yes, that is all that was left. basically, I ate half my body weight in steaky, cheesy, avacadoy goodness. those are all words now. you'd think that I'd feel gross and over-stuffed, but my body was actually quite pleased because I hadn't eaten a substantial meal in a while. I felt like I could run a fricken marathon, which is something I'd never do. I felt good. but, nothing could have prepared me for what came next.
UGH. after engulfing a like-it cup of sweet cream with butterfingers ice cream, I did not feel good, I did not feel pleased, and I did NOT feel like I wanted to run a marathon. I kind of wanted to curl up into a little ball in a corner, or possibly the middle of a busy intersection. I was so full that I wouldn't have been surprised if someone stopped me on the street and asked me if I was with child.
I don't even know what to say. I will not eat for a month.
cheers,
lauren
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