Thursday, May 02, 2013
Wendy, I am sorry, we are breaking up. You know the story, It is not you, it's me. Well, in this case, it really is you.
I was really hungry last night, so much so that I stopped for fast food, which long ago would have been a regular occurrence, but in the dawn of pink slime, not so much. So last night I stopped. I told myself I would only eat the "meat" and skip the buns. Nope, I inhaled everything, and I also did it while driving, so it was like I ate but have no recollection of it.
And then I felt sick.Blech. Bloated. Disgusting, headachy, and woke up at 3 this morning with a wicked leg/shin cramp. What the heck was that. I have not had severe muscle cramps in a while. Throw ina little msg, mix in some dehydration and who knows what pretending to be a food source and the next thing you know, it's I am not eating that again. So, Wendy it's over. It's not me. It's you. It's all you.