Ground Zero, 12:54 pm:

I am trying to pace myself, and as a result, I'm not stuffed like everyone else. I had a ham bbq, and it was ok, though really cinnameny. They just cut the cake, but told them I was going to have a piece later. I would rather have one piece later than one now and one later. Besides, I am comfortable right now, and I'm afraid anything else would put me over the edge. I am trying to monitor my hunger levels carefully and let my body tell me where I stand and what I should do regarding the mountains of food.

I still cannot stay away from the sweet temptation of peanut M&M's, why must they call to me so?