The "something" happens. This past week it was the fact that I had to start getting up an hour earlier to rush and get Jessi to Field Hockey practice. I think have to rush home from work and take her back to practice (they have double sessions), then I have to pick her up again an hour-and-a-half later. So what do I feel the need to do in my short hour of waiting to go back and get her?? Well eat a whole bag of Pirate's Booty of course. Why do I do that??? I think I resent running around like a chicken with my head cut off... plus I am TIRED from getting used to getting up earlier... but why does that have to equal "eat a whole bag of something"??????? Because it always does, and it always has. And the kicker is that I KNOW EXACTLY what I am doing and why, and still choose to do it anyway. WHY!???
Well, I guess if I knew the answer to that, I wouldn't be fat.
