IN THE GROCERY STORE.
Yes, it is the "I WANT TO EAT EVERYTHING!" time. It's the worst part of the month, when you've worked so hard to eat only good things and be so active. You're life was the model that everyone followed. You're life resembled this plate.
You were bright, happy, healthy. Just like the plate. But then IT came. And now you trudge through the grocery store, staring at everything.
That is how I feel.
I went to the grocery store just to pick up a few staples, nothing special. I felt like I was on the prowl for something. I was a ravenous wild cat hunting for a tasty snack.
My teeth were morphing into something new. I didn't remember them being that sharp. And my hands were morphing into paws, swiping all sorts of things into my basket. I had tunnel vision. My goal: Eat!!
My transformation was almost complete. And soon, there I was. A Wild cat. In the middle of my grocery store.
See! There's me at the bottom, totally morphed into the wild cat, stalking my prey.... |
My mission of picking up milk, cereal, and bread was in forgotten. I looked down at my basket with pride.
Minus the confetti. My grocery store isn't that cheerful. |
Whatever, if she can't appreciate the glory of chocolate mousse, ice cream, chips, jolly ranchers, and yogurt (just to make myself feel better about buying junk food), then too bad!
When I got back to my apartment, I plopped down on the sofa, not bothering to put away any of my items, and ate myself into a coma.
There I was, beached in the middle of my apartment. Basking in the glory of having fulfilled my quest: Eat Everything.
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