Potato soup and deviled eggs. Nothing exciting for dinner, but I'm full. One of the nice things about this diet is that I don't really have to think much about what I'm going to cook. I boil water, drop the soup mix in and in 25 minutes I'm getting my sodium overload. I refuse to believe that these meals were designed as anything but a sodium delivery system. The calories are just an unintended side effect of the process.
This morning I ate oatmeal again. I tried eating it with sugar but I find myself preferring a spicier start. It got to that point where I knew I wasn't full yet, but my stomach balked at eating more. It reminded of watching babies eat food from jars. Eventually they get to a point where you spoon a glob of mashed green beans into their mouth and they just spit it out all over their chin and bib. However, you know that they aren't really full because it's only the third bite. That's kind of what I was feeling like this morning while eating oatmeal. I like it, but a huge bowl of it causes the stomach to say "no more!"
Let's call this an Easter Egg post. I'm not going to link it on anything except for maybe twitter. I don't feel as if it's really up to my normal writing standards. Then again, I'm writing about eating food out of a damn bucket for weeks on end so I don't know if I really have any room to talk about standards.
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