Did Somebody Say Lucky Charms?

I am in the mood to eat.
Cereal. Brownies. Pizza. Chips. Crackers. Hot Pockets.
Unfortunately, I am not the least bit hungry, so therefore... I wait.

I wait for bed. I wait for the morning. I wait to be hungry again.

If I had chocolate syrup, I would stir up a glass of chocolate milk. If it were not almost nine o'clock in the evening, I would brew up a cup of coffee. If the elastic in my pants would give just a little bit more, I would eat anyway.

I mentioned the above thought to the husband earlier and he just looked at me, shrugged his shoulders, and poured himself a bowl of Lucky Charms. He has lost quite a bit of weight these past few months and is more than pleased with himself. I confess that I have more than once pondered the prospect of secretly feeding him weight-gain powder with his nightly supper.

Not that I'm jealous or anything.

I just want to eat.