So, today is payday (thank you begeesus!) and for the last few days we've had very little food in the house. Now, I'm pretty good at finding something to throw together, but this morning I think I hit a new low. My breakfast was a hot dog bun toasted with peanut butter and honey on top, and a handful of raisins. I didn't take a picture. You're welcome.
For dinner on Wednesday I had a can of green beans and couscous. And, because I've really been big on having something sweet after meals, my desserts the last two nights have been a spoonful (or two or three) of peanut butter with chocolate chips.
|Heaven on a spoon!|
I was starving when I got to work this morning. I tried to stop at Harris Teeter on my way in to get food for the day, but they were closed for floor refinishing. For crying out loud!!
I normally steer clear of the vending machine, but I couldn't take it anymore. I bought a Pop Tart. Yes, they taste just as dry and horrible as they did when I was a kid. But at least my stomach didn't feel like it was going to implode. About an hour later, an email came through that said one of the classes in our building had leftover breakfast for whoever wanted it. Heck yeah! What was it composed of? Grits, some kind of bread with cranberries in it, and an egg casserole thing. Finally I think I'll be good til lunch, where again I have no idea what I'll eat.
I have serious anxiety when I don't know what my next meal will be, especially when I don't have any snacks lined up. Since I'm basically hungry all the time, I snack a lot. I'm sure people at work think I'm weird, but that's ok.
Last night I finally broke down and decided to snatch up a piece of my own merchandise.
I'd been eyeing up this gem since I made it. I'm wearing it to work today. It makes me feel...raawr ;-)
Do you get anxious when you don't know what your next meal (or snack) will be?
Like me, would you eat peanut butter like it was water if it weren't so fattening?