So I kinda have this problem. Regarding food. Yeah. Um. I go through little 'fits' where I have to fight the urge to eat everything in sight. True story. I've been like this a long fucking time. Like even when I lived at home. Is actually how I discovered strawberry PopTarts + cream cheese = god & win. (Not the frosted ones though, that's just ridiculous.) So seriously, I will suddenly get the urge for FOOD. Usually warm FOOD. NOW. NEED. MUST HAVE. And then I gorge for a moment... and usually feel totally sick with myself due to 1. the amount I have eaten, or 2. the nature of the things I've just eaten. Seriously. One time I wanted lasagna. Because it's comfort food and has cheese in it. So I got out my tiny ramekins and made 4 tiny ramekins full of lasagna... and ate them. All of them. I also tend to do this when I keep flour tortillas in the house. Or cookies. Or tiny candy bars. Or pizza. Yeah...
It's not even that I'm fat. I'm not thin, by any means - I don't me thin is even humanly possible - but I'm not fat. Nor do I purge. I just have a moment where I want to eat warm food and a lot of it, then hate myself a for an hour afterward.
Anyway... I kinda got in this mode today at work. So I had some sammich from yesterday, a pickle, some bread... with ranch dressing on it (I know, judge away)... and all of this while my veggie pocket thing was warming in the microwave. Now, this veggie pocket was an Amy's foodstuffs thing, all organic and that kind of bullshit, because I've heard them to be good and they were on sale so I got some. I was stoked. So I'm eating my bread and ranch and waiting for my little slice of carb heaven to warm, and all is well. Becomes sufficiently heated, take back to desk with knife and fork (because I've had Hot Pockets and I know the fury they house) and dive in.
Ew.
That is all I have to say about Amy's Pocket of Cardboard and Shitty Vegetables. It does NOT taste like a veggie pot pie. It does NOT taste like happy, organic things. It doesn't taste like much other than mushy. Just mushy. Mushy has a taste and this piece of shit is it. =(
The other thing about my little freak issue is that even though I might eat something, if it doesn't hit the spot- I go in search of other things. And the natural problem of this is I'm still eating and therefore I'm consuming calories and shit. So if after my mayonnaise infused feeding frenzy ensues and my psyche is not satisfied... I go in search of something else. Unfortunately for me, today I am at work and the only thing here is a box of strawberry Eggo waffles (OMGYES) which AREN'T mine (BOOYOUWHORE), half a bottle of ranch dressing to go with the stale bread (which also isn't mine so I can't eat copious amounts of it), or this...
It's not even that I'm fat. I'm not thin, by any means - I don't me thin is even humanly possible - but I'm not fat. Nor do I purge. I just have a moment where I want to eat warm food and a lot of it, then hate myself a for an hour afterward.
Anyway... I kinda got in this mode today at work. So I had some sammich from yesterday, a pickle, some bread... with ranch dressing on it (I know, judge away)... and all of this while my veggie pocket thing was warming in the microwave. Now, this veggie pocket was an Amy's foodstuffs thing, all organic and that kind of bullshit, because I've heard them to be good and they were on sale so I got some. I was stoked. So I'm eating my bread and ranch and waiting for my little slice of carb heaven to warm, and all is well. Becomes sufficiently heated, take back to desk with knife and fork (because I've had Hot Pockets and I know the fury they house) and dive in.
Ew.
That is all I have to say about Amy's Pocket of Cardboard and Shitty Vegetables. It does NOT taste like a veggie pot pie. It does NOT taste like happy, organic things. It doesn't taste like much other than mushy. Just mushy. Mushy has a taste and this piece of shit is it. =(
The other thing about my little freak issue is that even though I might eat something, if it doesn't hit the spot- I go in search of other things. And the natural problem of this is I'm still eating and therefore I'm consuming calories and shit. So if after my mayonnaise infused feeding frenzy ensues and my psyche is not satisfied... I go in search of something else. Unfortunately for me, today I am at work and the only thing here is a box of strawberry Eggo waffles (OMGYES) which AREN'T mine (BOOYOUWHORE), half a bottle of ranch dressing to go with the stale bread (which also isn't mine so I can't eat copious amounts of it), or this...
Fuck you, Amy. Fuck you. 
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