Want to know what I ate today to comfort myself? Crap. Crap with a capital "C". I know I shouldn't feel guilty, since I'm technically still miscarrying. But, I still do. Not enough to stop myself earlier, though. Of course.
I ate 2 doughnuts for breakfast at FPU (I cant' remember the last time I ate ONE at all. Much less two) 3 cups of coffee (to stay alert with my lack of sleep) a snickers bar, diet caffeine free coke, and some sour gummy worms and homemade pizza for dinner. The only redeeming item in my day thus far has been the bowl of soup I ate for lunch.
So, with all of that junk, why is it that I just want to go eat a big bowl of chocolate ice cream and drink some wine?