Bet you'd sell your mother.

Tweeting about eating.

In the mid-morning, I hunger, and feel ill. I try to stanch the feeling with water, maybe coffee, or a piece of gum.

At lunch, at last, I eat. By this time I have snacked, hopefully on something good I have brought with me, like carrots or an apple.

Regardless, I feel bloated and unhappy. I need to unbutton my pants. I have gas. I become lethargic, less productive. I struggle.

When I eat a Little Debbie Oatmeal Creme Pie, I see the face of Jesus.

When I have 99 cent bag of Doritos, it tastes like ground glass. When I tuck into a Family Sized bag, all is right in creation.

So much housework, no time to run. Feels pointless, anyhow.

Eating is easy. Making time for me is hard.

1974 Playlist
Stone Cold Crazy - Queen
The Wall Street Shuffle - 10cc
Loose Booty - Sly & The Family Stone
Chameleon - Maynard Ferguson
In The Cage - Genesis
It's Only Rock N' Roll (But I Like It) - The Rolling Stones
Boogie On Reggae Woman - Stevie Wonder
September Gurls - Big Star

Distance: 4 miles
Temperature: 64º
Weather: warm and lovely
Weight: 170 lbs.

Happy Mom's, yo.