What is it about those days of endless hunger? I mean, really…what’s up with that?  I realize there’s probably some hormonal component to it, but I’m not talking about the understandable (and bloated) ”must have chocolate or I will methodically rip your eyeballs out” moments. I’m referring to the regular ole string of days…inconspicuous dates and times…when you can eat a whole meal, and ten minutes later (maybe even two), you’re planning your next meal.

On said famished days, I do my best to keep my continuous snacking to a minimum - or at least shovel food in my mouth that won’t pack on ten pounds in two days. I frequent my favorite vegetarian spot, or hold myself to the burrito bowl at Mission Burrito (sans tortilla), or resort to my old favorite - wheat crackers and hummus (hence the nickname, Chickpea…chirp, chirp). But occasionally, I must give in and race to order Whataburger breakfast before the dreaded 11:00 a.m. cutoff. Like my lovely crack addict street dwellers, I succumb to the fatty meal as they do the dreaded pipe. A girl must have her vices…the breakfast burrito and Dove dark chocolate are mine. I offer no apologies. Just greasy fingers and a sugar high.

In a week, I may be forcing myself to eat the next meal. No hunger in sight. I wonder, sometimes, if these fluctuations are a result of my thyroid medication, or just some lingering evolutionary trait. In the dark days of dinosaurs and cave dwellers, were we made to wait days, even weeks for our next meal? Only to eat with reckless abandon when the kill was finally made… I’m pretty sure, however, they didn’t have burritos. So, admittedly, it’s a pretty shoddy theory.

On another note, I made a long overdue trip to Target yesterday, and found several cute dresses (God, I love that place). True, I may not be able to fit into them after this week’s feeding frenzy, but a week down the road, things should return to normal. If not, I’ll again visit my favorite red and white heaven and trade up a size…and possibly buy a few more items.  Where else can you purchase a new outfit, an “I love 80’s Special Edition” Footloose DVD, hairspray, and a loaf of wheat bread? Damn that place is beautiful.

Okay, I’m off to whip up my 5th meal of the day…leftover salad, hummus and a soy ice cream sandwich. Keep your judgments to yourself…or the comments section.  Toodles.

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