I gave myself permission to eat and drink…like a filthy, dirty Roman.
I had pancakes, corn muffin and sausage for breakfast.
Mystic pizza and mozzarella sticks for lunch.
Brownie ice cream sundae for a snack.
And, folks, it is just not worth it.
I tell you this honestly.
My tummy feels awful not to mention my guilt and shame.
My body is screaming, you were not made to eat like a gluttonous women from the Roman empire. That is for barbarians of which you are not.
The only good thing is that for the first time my tummy registered full.
We as humans are not meant to eat and process food like that.
Food is a drug. And, I don’t want it.