How many chicken wings is too many? I'll never know.

When I was still in the workforce, occasionally I would have a "hungry day." A hungry day is a day that no matter what or how much you eat you are still hungry, a dieter's nightmare. Yesterday I had one.

Oatmeal for breakfast, no issue there, but as I stood in front of the prepared food counter at Roche Brothers, I thought "eight honey-stung drummies." Usually I get six, and last week seven, trying to determine the amount that might actually be filling.

When we got home it was way past lunch time, always dangerous and I scarfed down the "drummies" with a half-slice of bread, not good. Decided I could have easily eaten nine or ten.

I'm not sure I even have a limit with chicken wings. Well, surely I must have, although it hasn't been found and probably better not be.

Dinner time. S.O.'s birthday dinner. I always make a German-style stuffed cabbage with boiled potatoes and a salad. Picked up some tapioca at the prep-food counter instead of making a cake that two people would devour over the course of the week. Ate the stuffed cabbage, easy on the potatoes, and a nice salad. Waited until later for the tapioca which we ate with a bit of heavy cream.

Sneaked one cookie (homemade oatmeal raisin) and came downstairs to work on Promiscuous Mode and got into the jar of peanuts big time. I mean, there was no reason to get into the peanuts. But I was hungry.

So this morning the scale showed me the extreme error of my ways, from the homemade cookies to the unsalted peanuts and the eight (although small) honey stung drummies. Damn.

Of course there were leftover potatoes which I fried up with slab bacon, onion, tomatoes and eggs for breakfast. Double Damn. By the way, that dish is called "Hoppel-Poppel" and is in my novel, The Shadow Warriors.

I think a long, very long, walk is in order. No matter how cold the wind is blowing. And here's hoping that you don't have a hungry day, or at least not very many. Unless of course, you are skinny and still smoking like a chimney, and then you deserve a whole week of them.

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