Mission Impossible

I have been slightly emotional and on edge lately due to certain events. I am also an emotional eater. First off, being an emotional eater is very disadvantaging! I mean, really, it's hard enough to say no to all the great food that comes your way but then slap on stress, anger or upset-ness (is that a word?) and hello, 10 pounds. I wanted nachos, from Moe's preferably. I drive to Moe's at approximately 9:15 PM, they are closed?! What time does Moe's close, one might ask? But one can never tell because the closing times are not posted...wtf?! It's okay- I'll try Islands. So I drive across town to Islands and I stand in line, ask for Nachos- and then what happens? They are out of queso (the whole reason I like the nachos) ...ughhhhh Seriously? I think God was trying to send a message. So I drove around hopelessly - and I won't lie I was pretty angry and distraught. Not at the fact that I couldn't have nachos but at the fact that nothing could go right that week. I drive up to El Cerro- closing in 10 minutes. I can't do that. I can't go into a place the last hour before they close and order food...why? Because I serve tables and often close the restaurant. It really SUCKS when people come in last minute and prohibit the cleaning process.

I go home, disheveled, angry, and hungry. I would just not eat, to prove a point. To show them but I don't think I should punish myself because of my unfortunate bad luck.

I go home, make a lean cuisine and sulk in my not-so-tasty dinner.

Thursday- not hungry- but I decide to try again for nachos- alas my nachos. They aren't as good as I remember and the next day as I am running, I feel them sloshing in my stomach.

Point of the story: bad food tastes good for those hot 15 minutes you are eating them... after that- bad news bears, my amigos.

hmmph.