In my youth, controlling my hunger was the ultimate exertion of power--my mind could control my body. If I was mad or stressed, I would stop eating and let the churning stomach acid sear my inner glutton's desires for nourishment.
Things change.
I worked a 12 hour day, battled Eagle Rd at noon on the Friday before Memorial Day, stifled my bursting desires to tell some people they were stucking fupid, realized I did not renew my lease and will be paying $125 more for June's rent, and suppressed all desires to tell x I miss him and can't we hang out like we used to. I'm so totally making Chef Boyardee ravioli for dinner with garlic French bread and white Zinfandel.
Bring on the carbs.
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Close eyes - breathe in deeply through the nose - hold a moment - exhale through the mouth - repeat until zen state achieved.
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