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| This was written to a friend of mine around 6 p.m.; for those of you unfamiliar with Medifast, 3 meals = 300 calories. I'd had 300 calories as of 6 p.m. (She is also on the plan so she totally understood what I was feeling.) The baby had, literally, been crying all.the.live.long.day. If her eyes were open, she was crying. Let's not forget the other 3 kids I have who cannot do their own hair, make their own food, I still have one in diapers, dishes to be done, laundry to be washed, etc. etc... |
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| That's no joke. My jean shorts and whatever man made crap fabric they are constructed of melted to my thighs. I had red burns under my shorts! |
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| I STARTED MY PERIOD that very day. |
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| Please, someone just feed me something. As my friend said, "Just throw it in my mouth as I run by." I was depleted, deflated and near death. |
And yet...
I didn't eat the pizza.
