Crackers and Oats

I'm having cream crackers and oatmeal for dinner. It's worse than I thought.

My feelings are being channeled into the food that I eat.

This morning, to ease the pain, I had 2 gigantic tuna sandwiches from Subway. The crust of the parmesan oregano bread caressed my wet tongue; the soft tuna massaged by the crunchy lettuce, tomatoes, cucmbers, jalapenos, and peppers melted in my mouth; the mayo and mustard provided a combination of tastes that could send a shiver down the spine of only a food addict (such as myself). I was powerless to stop the explosion of flavours. Food orgasm.

That was joy. I felt better. And then I felt full. Go figure.

But now, Hopelessness.

The only consolation I have is the hazelnut cocoa spread on my crackers. Oh how wonderful. Not.