So far I'm doing alright. I'm not craving right now, but man, was I yesterday.
Er made me go to the grocer's with him, and I was all over the place.
I was actually rather enjoying myself, kind of. Well. Enough.
I wanted soup so bad. Something really cheesy and rice-y. Anyways, Eric had to grab me by the wrist and pull me away from somethings, he said I was freaking people out, and that normal people don't pick up every can of soup/bag of chips/box of cheesecake/can of refried beans/block of cheese/bar of chocolate/what-have-you and walk around the store once with it, smelling it while gnawing on a tube of toothpaste, and then put it back in the wrong place.
At one point I was even chewing on my own finger.
But the first day is the day where I'm most ravenous and food crazy.
Days two and three are the ones where I feel tired and depressed.
After that, I'm home free. (Ahg, sounds way too much like home fries...which I smell right now. I think I'm imagining it though...STOPTHINKINGABOUTFOODMARGARET!)
Okay, maybe I get a little crave-y.
Holy guacamole, Batman. I just remembered that my 2d teacher claims to make the best guac ever and that he's bringing it today for class.
I have to sit in close proximity to a big, whopping bowl of my most favourite food maybe in the whole world for four fucking hours straight.
Great. Just great. Fabulous.
Freak out, freak out, freak out.
And knowing me, I'll do something really weird/embarassing. Like stand over the guacamole and smell it, and look at it with my mouth opened accidentally. Or even better, reach for a chip, then realize what I'm doing, and hit my own hand away from the bowl and scream, "NO!" That always gets a few looks.
CURSES TO YOU, MEXICO, FOR MAKING YOUR FOOD SO DAMN GOOD!
I'll let you know how I do.
It's gonna be a long day.