Gastric Fumes

Last night for dinner, I ate this. The entire freakin' pound. Packaged within five taco shells. (Actually it wasn't burger style crumbles, just regular ones whatever that means, but I couldn't find a proper pic.)

I originally intended to eat two, maybe three. But I ate so quickly that there was no time to digest or understand the extent to which I was satiated. So I opted for a fourth. I actually got full halfway through it, but I can't waste food.

Then I looked at the pan, and there were just a few crumbles left. I looked at the box of taco shells, and there was just one left. I thought, "Who wants to deal with storing leftovers? Plus, I'm going out to eat tomorrow, and then home to the Bay for the weekend. It's meant to be."

So I consumed it. And shat two times almost immediately after.

My plan today is to alternate green tea with bathroom for the next three hours. Because I'm going to the Sac Cheesecake Factory for dinner, and I plan to feast like a motherfucker.