Oh no! The hungries are here. I don't like the hungries. It's dinner time. I know by how I feel (antsy, crabby, grumbly, weak) that I am hungry. I'm all bitchy and pissy today too, because of the hungries.
Before my band, when I was hungry, I would turn into a total crab and nag at my husband that I was hungry and that I was weak and that I needed food NOW (usually fast food) and I didn't feel like cooking, but NOTHING sounded good and I would get all whiny and anxious.
It really sucked.
I don't like that person.
She came back today. My poor husband keeps trying to be nice and suggest things, but everything has bread (which I have tried, a few bites of crunchy garlic toast). or pasta. or rice. all of which I know he loves, but I am really trying to avoid, even if I can get them down (I don't want to do it that way!!!)