daily – 21
The microwave dings me out of that latest bit of self-loathing, and the warm, heady scent of the spinach and cubed cheese Saag Paneer fills the kitchenette as I pull the container out and dump the rich mixture and the basmati rice into a clean soup bowl, and grab a spoon. Nothing soothes the anxious mind like food.
I stop on the stairs and look at my bowl. I’ve gone no more than ten steps from the microwave and I’ve already scarfed more than half the meal. I hate that. I can’t even remember tasting it. Worse, it’ll have me up half the night with the gas from eating so fast.
Dammit. I need to get back on that diet.
There’s only a few more bites in the bowl.