Since about 10 this morning, I've been eating. And eating. And eating. I've eaten a pineapple fruit cup, a Salisbury steak T.V. dinner, a piece of apple pie, and I'm currenly nuking a spaghetti and meatballs T.V. dinner.
I have to do this. So I will. But the first few weeks are always the worst. I've tried quitting smoking enough times to know this. You know what they say, though. 734th time's the charm!