I want candy, er no, fast food

I have a wicked craving for some Wendy's or Burger King. Am I hungry? Not terribly. I'm placing the blame on endometriosis and the failed treatment. I called and made an appointment for Monday but that seems forever away.

I went to help a friend pick up a mattress from someone on Craigslist and the whole way around town I was flooded with drive thru impulses. Cognitively, I don't want any of it. I have 600 some off calories left in my budget for the day. Anything I would care to get would put me over by at least 500, if not more. I know that after the meal I would have buyers remorse, maybe even before I finished (but I'd still scarf it all anyway.) Who knows what indigestion might follow, particularly if I top it off with my favorite "monthly" go to food, a shake. So my head says, "Yeah right, so not happening." My hormones are screaming an entirely different tune. The salt, the grease, the warmth, the momentary happiness. Why must I be so internally diametrically opposed?

On a happier note: Pay day!!!! 2 bills paid so far and the rest spent on paper. Not the best paycheck as far as left over money to pay off debt, but hey, some is totally better than none.