The Never-Ending Ramblings...

Never enough

In the morning, while I’m getting ready for work, my appetite is small. Food repulses me. My tongue only wants toothpaste and mouthwash,. No bacon or eggs, cereal with soymilk, no granola or oatmeal. Nothing requiring digestion. So, thinking about what to bring for lunch is easy. Nothing, my stomach tells me. “You don’t need food.”

My eyes search the refrigerator, inspecting last night’s leftovers. “Oh no!” My stomach protests as I sniff into a tuberware bowl filled with chili.

“But it’s chili.” I whine.

“So? You have carrots at work. And broccoli. You need vegetables.” Vegetables, like its my mother or something.

“It’s cold outside, this will make me warm.”

“The heater will make you warm.” It says as it does yet another flip.

“okay. Okay. You win.” I put everything back into the fridge, including the piece of pecan pie. I soooo wanted it too. I hate my morning stomach.

Then, later, at work, with nothing but baby carrots and broccoli – with no salad dressing – my stomach sings a different tune. “I’m starving.” It has the nerve to whine.

I’d like to say, “Serves ya right! for being so contrary in the mornings.” But I am the one who starves, regretting my decision to behave as I chew on a mouthful of dry broccoli. How could I cave like that? Why can’t I be storng in the mornings? Stand up and pack what ever the hell I want in my lunchbox. Marshmallows. Chicken salad sandwiches made with REAL mayo. Oreo cookies. Chocolate soy ice cream.

Lunch has come and gone, I’m still hungry. I downed two servings of veggies though. I’m hitting the coffee maker next…does anyone have any flavored creamer?