I am...

fit to be tied.

I am disgusted. Imagine resorting to eating a green banana, topped with crunchy peanut butter, this early on a Sunday. Hope I don’t get diarrhea.

After spending a week doing bedside vigil all night at a hospital, where I was innocently lured to the vending machine, by bait of the free lukewarm coffee, I had to face the consequences. The results are quite obvious and demoralizing. This evening I gauged the damage incurred. I stepped on the scale, appalled at reading, then proceeded to take off my jeans, and tennis shoes off. I gained four lbs., yet I figured I am due my monthly episode in the following days, that makes my weight fluctuate.

Some people go to “Happy Hour” post a stressful week at work. Me? The craving for carbs is what does me in. Imagine a bakery almost adjacent to the gym I attend. That is what I did Friday evening, post work…head directly to the bakery for a brownie and coffee (sugar free). I figured, while working out, I would burn it off…right?
Then I went shopping…my sugar rush gone, and I’m ambulating to the cookie and chocolate section of the Market. I could not help myself…I grabbed the chocolate chips cookies and put it in my cart, as well as a chocolate bar. I could vividly anticipate the melting of chocolate in the warm cavity of my mouth, only equivalent in pleasure to exploring the warm cavity of the mouth of a lover; so warm, wet, and luscious. So, so good.

I only teased. I left the cookies and chocolate on the shelve next to the cash register. I was merely fantasying. I think I am fit to be tied. My arms and legs tied to the bedposts….while I am fed intravenously. Or while you have your way with me, while I am fed…