http://www.hlconline.org/images/portion_size.jpgI get that a lot. Mostly from Man from Mars.
"Don't be greedy," Man from Mars will warn, eyeing my rapid chomping, as I suck my fingers with gusto.
"I'm not being greedy!" I will state, downing my main course and pondering what I should have for dessert. What's next, what should I have next? My brain whirs.
Chocolate? Ice-cream? Ooh Cake!! A big piece of cake!!!
After all, dessert is such sweet seduction.
My problem is, that I have a fantastic appetite. It has never let me down. Not ever. Unless I have giardia, which is what happened at the start of this year, there has never been a time where my appetite has failed me.
"Don't be greedy," Man from Mars will warn, eyeing my rapid chomping, as I suck my fingers with gusto.
"I'm not being greedy!" I will state, downing my main course and pondering what I should have for dessert. What's next, what should I have next? My brain whirs.
Chocolate? Ice-cream? Ooh Cake!! A big piece of cake!!!
After all, dessert is such sweet seduction.
My problem is, that I have a fantastic appetite. It has never let me down. Not ever. Unless I have giardia, which is what happened at the start of this year, there has never been a time where my appetite has failed me.
Clearly, this means I can eat everything and anything. Unfortunately, it also means that my eyes outclass my stomach and I am left to bear the pain, discomfort and misery that is, the Too Full Stomach.
"I am never, ever ever eating so much again," I will moan, green at the gills and willing the food to digest.
"You have to learn to control yourself," Man from Mars will advise, not unsympathetically.
"I know, but I can't not have dessert, I have to have dessert; it's just not right," I will state as a matter of fact.
Man from Mars will just look at me and not say much at all.
I will close my eyes and massage my belly. The writing's on the wall. Control thyself, or say nothing at all.
"I am never, ever ever eating so much again," I will moan, green at the gills and willing the food to digest.
"You have to learn to control yourself," Man from Mars will advise, not unsympathetically.
"I know, but I can't not have dessert, I have to have dessert; it's just not right," I will state as a matter of fact.
Man from Mars will just look at me and not say much at all.
I will close my eyes and massage my belly. The writing's on the wall. Control thyself, or say nothing at all.
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