End of Day 2, not so pretty, akshually.

How was supper?

This was me at supper.

 I had made stew in the crock pot.  When I got home, I was ravenous.  Bowls could not hit the table fast enough.  I did everything the diet books say not to.  I horked.  The stew was volcanic.  I did not care.  I am not sure I tasted any part of it.  I was starving.  It was so hot you had to chew fast and swallow before it singed your mouth.  

It was a feeding frenzy.  

It was not pretty.

My family was scared.

But, it was within points, within calories and it quieted the beast in my belleh!

Now, in retrospect, I wish I had calmly placed the stew in a bowl,  let it cool while I filled a glass of water, enjoyed the aroma and taste as I chewed each bite 26 times.  I wish I had done that.  I wish it had actually touched my tongue.  If I had done that, I might have an actual memory of the meal.