Hope For Tomorrow

I didn't eat less. I nodded off a few times, and, instead of heading to bed, I ate three cans of pasta. Yes, three. More than 1200 calories. That puts the day up around 2500, or more, again. Without some serious exercise, I don't need more than 1800. Or less. Hopefully tomorrow I will find enough will power to stop this madness and start the fast I need... again. I wonder how many times the heart can take that. Especially without more serious cardio exercise. Softball and kickball is not serious exercise, in case you wondered. Emotional hunger kills, in case it matters. Stop me while I still have a head, m'ok?

Where's the music?

Narf.