It all started with missing lunch. For dinner it began with an avocado on toast, followed by a tangerine and an apple. Delicious and sweet these things were and satisfying for sure.
The man of the house decided to cook macaroni & cheese and tater tots too, he offered me some and I said no thank you … yet there they were, extra on the stove top, so I ate them anyway.
I sit at my desk and begin to ache, my stomach hollering all hell, so I rose from my chair and gulped trusted pepto and questioned the sanity of eating poison.
Tomorrow, I think, I’ll try again. It is hard to say no to a man who cooks, even if the food eats me after I eat it, a suffering inflicted on self, knowing it full well.
Habits are difficult to break, and new ones developed even tougher.