Our Sunday Scribblings prompt is "Food"
It came at a most trying time.
Every night as I go to bed, I'm thinking about what I'll eat for breakfast.
At school, during my fifth hour break, as I walk laps and climb stairs, I'm thinking about what I'll eat for supper. Yes, you guessed it. I'm counting calories and trying to avoid food like it's poison.
It's all because of that lightly tossed off resolution at the beginning of the year--ten pounds--hah!
Well, that ten pounds was easy; fell off in three weeks, but it's taken me a month to lose the next pound, and if I dare forget myself and forget to count calories, wobble wobble goes the needle on the scale, edging back up. It's pathetic. I'm so mad at food, I could eat a whole pizza by myself--pan pizza--supreme--with extra cheese!