Behold, the power of cheese.

I ping-pong between all the cheese and all the bread, and then I need all the cake.

I would like to eat something, but I'd very much like to eat all the things, but I also would like to lose all the weight. It's a conundrum.

I've been like this since (Canadian) Thanksgiving. Whoops!

Why couldn't we have MOAR Sports Night?

Cheese. I want ALL the Cheese!

Kat is clearly me tonight.

I almost feel like I might be more in the mood for artificial cheese flavor than actual cheese. That's odd.

I would like to eat something, but I'd very much like to eat all the things, but I also would like to lose all the weight. It's a conundrum.

It's the inside of my brain, that's what it is.

Cheese. I want ALL the Cheese!

Yes, that.

Well, sheeit. I just woke up. On the floor. I wasn't even aware I was going to fall asleep, I was just on the floor to stretch out some kinks (tell K I'm right there with her on the damned shoulder knot. Leaves fired it up) and cuddle the cats who piled on me and...yeah. BOOM. Either my schedule is just still so confused or I'm fighting something. Fought, hopefully. Guess I should go back to bed in a real bed.

I would like to all the pie and drink all the beer. Instead I had a salad for dinner, water to drink and one slice of pie. And I will do a wee tiny bit of ab exercises before bed. which would be NOW. damn not watching the clock. 1 hour late to bed for mac. damn damn damn. tomorrow morning is gonna suck.

I roasted a bunch of vegetables, but dinner was the last of the mashed potatoes and stuffing. I still have some leftover turkey, though.

Would love to eat ALL the leftovers.

I admit that I did make a grilled cheese tonight with 7 grain bread, fresh mozzarella, basil pesto, and tomatoes. Vegetarian! Didn't even use butter! It was delicious.

I can actually Avoid the Cheese by not having it in the house except in small hoarding-nibble quantities. Partly because if I ate all the cheese I wanted? I'd achieve an aversion therapy solution and I really don't want to do that, it would make me sad! (I accomplished that with ice cream. A decade on, I still can't think of it without thinking of the discomfort it causes.) I do really like my vegs but place no judgement in them, so that makes it easier for me. I admit, I fantasize about spinach sometimes. Only the good stuff, though.

I had breakfast for dinner; scrambled eggs and bacon. I have been having chevre cravings though, for three days. If it last three days, it's a deficiency, and I should have some, right?

FOR HEALTH?!