.. is Time Of The Month time.
Bluuurrrrgggh give it to me. Now.
My tea tonight had probably about 500 kcals.
Kill me now.
Just spoke to Man on the phone.
Man: I don't think I've ever heard of you eating anything but.. pasta.. some vegetables.. some fruit.. Whole Nut.. Munchies.. pizza.. Oatso Simple in the, what, six months we've been this close?
Me: I eat more than that. And I only eat Whole Nut and Munchies when you give them to me, and I never have Oatso Simple, I just like it.
Man: Ohhhhh. *feel eyebrows raising over phone*
Terrified: I'm crazy about him, and I'm so scared of letting him see the weird, calorie-counting, doesn't-eat-between-a-dry-cereal-breakfast-and-small-vegetarian-dinner, runs-in-her-bedroom-while-watching-DVDs-to-burn-off-the-Quorn-fillet-and-salad-she-had-for-tea food obsessive side of me. I know he wouldn't approve. He's said before that he'd much rather have a girl who was a bit overweight than at all underweight, and that I (may I say, at my fattest) was about as skinny as he'd go. I know you shouldn't change yourself for a man, but I don't want to lose him.