I blame Ed. I'm not sure how and why, but quite often, when I eat uncontrollably, Ed is around. I may not be right to blame him, but that's my story.
Ed was having a July 4th party at his lake house. I drove up early on Thursday to be either of help or a general nuisance... sometimes, it is hard to tell the difference.
I stopped at the WalMart in Clewiston to pick some things up. Among the things were a pund and a half of Chicken Wings.
They weren't very good, but at least they weren't breaded, eaither.
When I got to the house, some Strawberries (just a few; not the whole package) and a Banana.
Later, some Frozen Grapes and another Banana.
Doing well so far. Dinnertime rolls around... Ed made a boatload of Zita with Meatballs and Sausage. And A really good smelling Sauce. I had: Turkey and Salad.
No Dressing on the Salad. Then I had more Salad.
A little later, I nuked a bag of Brussels Sprouts.
These were 'lightly sauced.' In reality, not-so-lightly. I prefer them just Brussels Sprouts, and I add some seasoning.
Going well, you say. That's what I thought.
11:00 pm rolls around, everyone is asleep except me. The Ziti called me. I answered.
It wasn't that great (but Ed buys really good Sausages), but that didn't stop me from having a second (slightly smaller) plate.
That was enough. Here's my steps.
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