I think I'm gonna hurl.

For dinner today, I had a cheeseburger from McDonald's, a small order of fires, and a small strawberry shake. This little gastronomic splurge would not have been so bad if not for the mammoth amount of food I inhaled earlier in the day.

For starters, this morning I had tuna salad and cheesecake for breakfast. Yes, I said cheesecake. And tuna salad. Oh, and my tuna salad was eaten with a side order of cheddar cheese flavored Toasted Ritz Chips. I don't normally eat fish for breakfast, but I was trying to stay on top of my leftovers. And the cheesecake. . .well, if you've started off a meal by eating strange food items you might as well end it with something equally as strange.

For lunch, I ventured over to Moe's Southwest Grill and ordered the Billy Barou (whoever the hell he is) nachos to go. After eating every single nacho chip that came in my container, (and when there were no more nachos to be had, licking my fingers,) I drove to the local convenience store and purchased a small bag of plain M&Ms. I was gonna get the king size bag, but I didn't have enough money in my change purse to cover the exorbitant convenience store prices and the sales tax. So I settled on a size that normal people would eat instead of a size more suited for animals that moo, saving myself half the calories. (Of course that calorie savings lost its meaning when I scarfed down the cheeseburger, fries and shake for dinner, but that's beside the point.)

Now, I feel like I'm about to throw up. Adding to my discomfort is my strained relationship with dairy products. Milkshakes and I, in particular, have never gotten along too well. Oh, I love them well enough, but they have never been all that enamored with me. Consequently, in addition to feeling nauseous, I also have air coming out of both ends of my body.

I don't know why I torture myself like this. I am normally a big eater (with the curves to prove it,) but I try to keep days like today to a minimum. Every so often I'll go through a phase where I'm eating anything that's not nailed down, but that usually only happens around my period. Seeing as how I am nearly two weeks away from starting my period, I can't blame it on PMS. Or can I? Maybe there exists a yet to be medically discovered syndrome called pre-PMS, a condition that might be aptly described as "the heavy eating that comes before the heavy eating."