I didn't think I would have anything at all to post today until it became late. I hit my 'have-to-go-to-bed-now' spot right around 10:00, but I still had a lot to do.
An hour and a half later I am finally ready to head uip to bed, but have eatern four more cookies just while I was cleaning up the kitchen. I eat them behind my husband's back, so he can't see me. I don't offer him one, because then I'll have to admit I'm eating one (or two, or three or four). It's not that I don't want to share (thought sometimes that IS it) - just this time, I didn't want to be seen.
So now, again, I'm going to bed feeling full and really fat. I guess the food feeling tonight was TIRED.
