I could basically consume an entire continent of ice cream right now. Why is it that when I’m stressed and angry I want food. DAMN YOU UNIVERSE.
I've already eaten more than I wanted to at the office this afternoon. GD Bagels in the kitchen. GD weak ass attitude on food.
But...I'm not going to spazz out and eat myself sick. I'm going home and going to go walking tonight. Then I'm having my dinner and enjoying an evening of crafting... likely voodoo dolls that I will then stab holes into with excessive vigor and malice.
Water today....I've been too busy to keep track, but I'm in the 150 oz neigborhood.