Ugh, feeling bloated

I didn't get a chance to write how my weekend went ... It went yummily (is that a word?) In spite of the fact that both Lyndsey and Lauren were gone (sob) I got to hang out with both Jen and Leslie, so the long break was not a total loss! Jen very sweetly used one of her meal plan meals to get me chicken at the Grab n'Go, since I had already had lunch (chicken) and it was only 3 o'clock and we wanted to eat then(darn them with their little 4 o'clock dinner-time rules) ... Of course, that left me with a meal left for dinner. I decided to get ... Chicken!

I went to St. Paul's and spent an hour and a half in Adoration. When I came back, me and Leslie (or is it properly "Leslie and I"? Death to Precision Language!) went to Taco Bell. I had my usual Number 7. The result of all this eating was a rather bloated feeling which has carried over through Sunday to today. Hopefully I am digesting properly. I still feel pretty full. Me? Full? Yes, it is an anomaly equal in enormity to the time when I felt sick of chocolate. Oh, the humanity.

Between this and the Ten Brownies Escapade, I would likely break my scale if I stood on it. Therefore, to avoid this catastrophe, I am going to pretend my scale does not exist. Hum hum hum. La la la. It's certainly a lovely day, isn't it? A lovely day to pretend scales do not exist! What scale? I don't know anything about a scale ...