I do at times find myself so deathly boring. Who on God’s green earth cares that I just ate 21 Xtra Cheesy Nacho Cheese Pringles and half a Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup? Nobody, that’s who. Nobody cares. Nobody who isn’t me, anyway. But you know what? I wanted those things, so I let myself have them. I recognised that I probably wanted them because I was tired. I acknowledged that fact and ate them anyway.
For the most part, I eat pretty wholesome food. Sometimes, though, I need to scarf down a few handfuls of potato- and wheat-based stackable snack chips (thanks, Wikipedia). Sometimes, processed cheese is exactly what I need.
Being chubbier than usual is unpleasant, but I will endure it.
I’m very tired. No more writing tonight.