I had a rather disturbing realization upon re-reading my earlier post from today-- it was chock full o' typos! Sicker than anything!!

Whenever I read anything I immediately fix all of the mistakes in my head as I go. I can't even help it. I was a born editor, methinks. It's not even (normally) a judgmental thing. I won't lie- sometimes I want to scream, "It's SEP-A-RATE!! A, people, A! Seperate doesn't even make sense! It's like the word 'desperate' got drunk, lost it's clothes, and put the 'es' on backwards and lost it's favorite 'd'!" But really, most of the time, it's almost subconscious, as in, "Nope, if the following word starts with a vowel it's 'an', not 'a'." Then I just keep reading, really without thought.

So why, WHY, can't I notice my own mistakes? In what world is it ok to say 'at' when you mean 'as'? In addition, I really need to work on my severe issues with compound sentences. I don't think you could fit many more - and ... and , and ; into a paragraph than I tend to attempt. Pocc (nope, not a typo) will school me on this one, but wasn't Faulkner known for his lengthy passages of prose without punctuation? It's some author like that. I don't pretend by any means to be a literary guru- I like to read, but I'd take Mark Driscoll over Proust any day.

Anyway- food. I had a decent night, but again, you get to be a part of my learning process. I have wanted a bowl of Honey Bunches of Oats (with Almonds!) for about 3 days now. Tonight, I found nothing of the sort- just Raisin Bran and some TJ's Fiber Heavy Jo' Mama cereal. I was smart enough to realize that neither of those would quench the craving.

I wasn't, however, smart enough to just not eat. Embarrassing as it may be, partake in my public confession. I consumed:

• About 1 cup of chicken salad (rotisserie chicken, walnuts, red onion, and a mixture of Greek style yogurt, horseradish, dijon mustard, and some mayo)
  
  
• 7 Junior Mints
  
  
• 1 piece of lunch meat (turkey)
  
  
• 5 cashews
  
  
• 4 dark chocolate covered raisins
  
  
• 4-5 swigs of milk
  
  

I feel like I am forgetting something, but I think that's it. I just kept trying something else, thinking it would finally be the thing to fill the hole. Ironically, I wrote earlier in the day about seeking Jesus in those moments, letting Him satisfy my cravings... then at my first test, I chose food.

This battle will continue to rage.

In other news, I am starting a new regular feature here at le Foode Fight tomorrow- stay tuned for details :)