The weirdest thing about this whole lack-of-a-stomach experience is that I'm not hungry but I think about food. ALL THE TIME. Partially, this is because many foods hate me (chicken, I'm looking at you) and so finding something to eat is a challenge. And partially it's because there are many foods that I love but simply no longer eat. Foods like bread. And rice. And glorious, glorious pasta.
I love me some pasta. I love it so much I dreamt about it last night.
There I was, wearing purple striped tights, a bathing suit and a tiara,
trying to find a place to take a nap, but before I could do so I needed to find a pillow. But all I could find was empty pillow cases. I searched high and low for something to fill them with before deciding on pasta.
Yes, pasta.
Suddenly there was pasta surrounding me.
I try spirelli. To lumpy. Next, I try spaghetti; too pokey. No, no, that won't do....macaroni? No. Shells? No. On and on down the list I stuff my pillow case full of noodles and then thrash around trying to get comfortable until at last I try ziti. At last! I snuggle down into my ziti filled pillow while a talking bear tells me stories and pets my head. At last I drift off to sleep in my dream as the scent of marinara leaves me drooling into my dream pillow.
Which is proof, I suppose, that you can take the fat off my ass, but you'll never get it off my brain.
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4 little kittens say Meow:
At least you look lovely in your tiara.
You should submit this to AMBIEN as a possible ad campaign.
Could you not chew the pasta and then spit it out? I would try this myself except for that reflexive swallowing mechanism.
And the fact that I am a pig with no self control.
Oh yes, I love that idea...swirl it around in your mouth and taste it then spit it out....oh Lorrie is a genius!
Will that work with my Dr. Pepper craving?
who is making these rules about what you can and cannot eat?
your doctor or your stomach? I would be mad at both.
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