All I want is one certain thing to eat, and it's the last thing I can eat.  Or the one thing my parents do not believe I should have.  Namely my father.

I have always been the weird creature to crave salads.  Ask Shannon.  After a few drinks at night, when we would go to the diner or on the way home, I would announce that I could not wait to have a salad.  Crazy I know but that is my number one love.  And now it can make my stomach hurt which means we have to proceed with caution, basically meaning that I should not have a lot of it.

Which means at this particular time, I am extremely upset that I am unsatisfied with my early dinner.

I have noticed that my stomach is a little better but there are some flair ups.  I don't know if it's due to nervousness when the boss is in or if it's just nervousness about the whole thing in general but overall I have noticed that I don't have so many stomach pains throughout the day. Yayyyy for that!

Tomorrow I plan on starting to work out, even if that means simple crunches when I wake up.  I also have decided I want to make sure I'm not eating all crap food which means that I can not slip back into the small bag of chips a day habit that I had fallen into before the holidays.

Can't believe that all of my posts seem to be about food.  I'm addicted and it's not necessarily a good addiction.  Let me blame it this time on the medicine.

Tonight is a night to watch sappy love stories.  Why I torture myself by doing this is beyond me but I think I'm a hopeless romantic and wish that a movie like story is in my future.