Last night ...

Okay, actually, it started in the afternoon, as I was typing to you. My sister called, to see if I wanted to go to a close-out type store.
  On the way out the door, I grabbed a bag of Lime flavored potato chips that my son had been given a few days ago, tasted, decided he didn't like and then gave to me. I ate some as we were driving. So did she. She didn't like them. Eventually, I put them in the back seat of the car, so they would stop being distracting.
  We ate at a chicken place, that we had both wondered about from time to time. It was disappointing, but, edible. Mostly, edible because we are too poor to throw food away and, plus, that's rude to the chicken that gave its life for a mediocre sandwich. However, if we were not ever so hungry, or if we had more money, and there was a homeless person nearby, they would have been the proud recipient of a chicken quesadilla, chicken sandwich, a large quantity of french fries and enough salt to make Utah jealous.
 None of that was so bad. In the case of the chips, which I finished later, I did enjoy them and I did share more of them with my sister. The french fries? Well, I was really hungry, so I'm relatively okay with that, too. It was not the best choice for a meal, but, it was a choice, it happened, and I have moved on.
 However ...
 Later that night, after many hours of my sister continually bringing up candy and then dismissing the idea, we went to a very cheap store and I ended up getting some peppermint bark. She also bought us a much smaller chicken sandwich and a side salad from some fast food place.
 It was too late for that sort of eating, for me, and I should not have eaten the peppermint bark. Why? Not because it is wrong, as a general rule, but, because, it was wrong for me, at the time. Apparently, she was enjoying it. I really was not, after the first piece.
 Mind you, it tasted okay. It was just that I was working under a few different feelings of desperation. 1) It's there and I hate clutter. I like to get things over with and put in their proper place. The proper place for candy is in the human body, apparently. 2) If I don't eat my share, now, someone else will eat it so I can't have it when I do want it. 3) If I stopped eating it, so would my sister. Then, there'd be this bad feeling between us, as if I was telling her what to do.
  Well, guess what? When I got home, I ate the lemon cookies and chocolate drops, for the same basic reason, that I hate clutter, and because my son was upset, and because I had put sugar into my body in an unsatisfying manner and now I wanted more to help make up the difference. They were unsatisfying too, but, closer.
 What would have been satisfying? One piece of really good quality peppermint bark. Or, something to counteract it, like, say, an olive, a pickle, a jalapeno, a piece of candied ginger. Something with a very strong taste, that would have blasted out that desire for a big, strong taste.
  Now, in my defense, I had no idea of the quality of that peppermint bark. Some candy from that cheap store is actually quite good and high quality. However, if I had looked at the brand name on the package, I would have known it was not going to be spectacular, but, only just passable.
  In other words, I did several things that I have either already told you not to do or which I am likely to tell you not to do.
  I ate at the wrong time for me, I ate lackluster food. I ate for reasons of social pressure or training. As a result, I have taken in extra calories and I received no satisfaction from the food of that day.
  I will not do this thing, which I told you not to do. I will not berate myself, insult myself or pity myself. They were all choices I was capable of making better. I didn't do it. That was yesterday. This is today.
 Today, for dinner, we are supposed to be having chicken with rice, and to do something with my various squashes, too. I have some yellow squash, zucchini squash and eggplant. I might save the eggplant for spaghetti, though, and just use the rest of the yellow squash and zucchini for tonight. Maybe lightly sauteed with some onion and spices would be good. Sometimes I don't even use even a smidgen of olive oil. I just move the veggies around in the pan a lot, until they get a bit brown and weird, as veggies do in a hot skillet.
 Now, pardon me, as I am done writing, for now. I have recently come back into contact with an art program, for making digital art that is, and it is installed on my computer. I am used to the basics of it, up to an extent, as I have gone through different versions of the same basic program over the years, but, it does have new means and methods of doing things and, so, I am going to do something odd, in keeping with what will be my basic advice to you.
  I am going to go through the tutorials they have provided me, instead of, as I had done last time I tried to use the same exact program, waffling about, trying to figure it all out for myself and being frustrated.
 Remember, everything is connected together. Your sex life is connected to the cleanliness, happiness and functionality of your home. The happiness of your home is connected to the happiness of the individuals. The happiness of the individuals is connected to their home life and health. Their health is connected to having a place that is clean enough to be able to cook healthy foods in, and, your sex life is connected to your health.
 So, if you want good health, great sex, good food or a clean house, keep reading. I'm going to show you how to do that dance, that starts with the fat girl refrigerator mambo, with you swaying toward the refrigerator, with thoughts of naughty sounding foods dancing in your brain, and ends with you dancing the wild fandango through life.
 How will I show you? Me, the fat chick with the horrible messy house"? The best way anyone can show you anything, by being and doing. Watch and learn!