I rarely ever eat breakfast. This morning, I was hungry when I woke up, so I decided not to skip.
I was hungry for lunch at 10:30 a.m.
I managed to hold off on lunch until almost noon, because I knew if I ate any earlier than noon, I would be hungry before I got off work.
I was hungry at 4 p.m. regardless.
I stopped at this place called Tossed on the way home. They have sandwiches, salads, etc. I got my usual--a massive salad that I usually cannot finish and end up having the second half the next day for lunch.
I ate the whole thing.
Guess what happened at 8 p.m.? My stomach started growling.
It's 9:30 p.m. and I just sent a text message to my husband. If he does not pick up food on his way home from work, I might die.