09 January 2009

Hormonal eating

Truly. Seriously.

The mere fact I've entitled this post as I have, is the pudding for which the proof is evident that I have no scruples when it comes to talking of such issues. Desperately need salt and meat. Red meat. Something must die to make my gullet and internal chemistry happy.

The second half of last night's chicken parm sandwich, supplemented with
Spicy fries, slathered in gravy from the caf.

Quarter pounder McValue Meal with root beer as the beverage of choice.