literally.
i'm in vegas for a conference. and my bank account is suffering. i'm not even shopping. i'm just eating. yesterday for lunch, my cobb salad and iced tea was $17.99. tonight my buffet dinner was $27.01. i had roasted chicken, tiny peel-n-eat shrimp, and asparagus. sure, that was all worth $27. i can say that while i'm on a diet, vegas is the most culinarily dissatisfying location in all the land. secondary only to france, i'd think. which is ironic because my conference is being held at paris, las vegas...
i'm in mourning. mealtime used to be such an enjoyable process for me. now it's just crushingly blah. and no, it hasn't escaped my recognition that such eating experiences are the exact reason for my 40+ pound gain. i know that. but it doesn't make it any easier to cut that off. it sucks beyond belief. it's not fun anymore. maybe i won't care when i'm back down where i should be, but right now the world is against me. maybe not really, but that's how it feels. and no, i've never been overdramatic.
someone slip me some fucking chocolate and i'll lick your toes for weeks on end. any takers? no? fine.
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