I am having one of those days where your hunger never really goes away ever if you feel slightly full, your body keeps poking at you to feed it [it especially demands more spaghetti]. I am beginning to think though this is my body's way of telling me that I miss Kyleman.
a) I was barely hungry before he left
b) our favourite meal to make together is spaghetti and meat sauce [which we made at 10:30 last night] and
c) knowing my body, this is something it would do.
My gram, deciding I was definately losing too much weight [which is quite normal for me during the school year - you know, stress, student salary for food, granola bars for breakfast, yadda yadda] packed me up a care package yesterday while I was visiting to bring back up. It included:
- 4 huge pieces of homemade lasagna
- 4 striploin steaks
- a carton of strawberries
- packages of pudding
- Uncle Ben's rice
- Kraft Dinner
- a cumcumber
- and a giant jar of fruit cocktail
Oh my.
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