Embrace. That's what's missing and instead, it's stuff face, fill space, and displace way too much space. Too much of the food is spilling into the daily blog, so this blog fell silent for some time. While it did, I was eating foolishly, not for hunger and not even for pleasure, but for compulsion and instant oral gratification in spite of the discomfort and pain and damage it caused. Maybe it is waking up now. Maybe I am waking up now. Though tonight, well, a pound of spaghetti covered in lite oil spread, fat free cream cheese, ketchup, and a little tomato sauce (nothing little about the other stuff) followed by four chicken breasts, well, tat is totally not waking up to the bloat it brought on that I am feeling right now. Some coffee. There's chocolate mousse in the fridge. Can you feel it?
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