All I could think about in my mental and physical exhaustion was the delicious comfort of carbohydrate-laden foods. My body was yearning for bread and pasta. So I indulged. I met head on with an act of winter hibernation survival. And I relished every ounce of those carbs, feeling guilty for none of it. Even topping off the night with a little Ghiradelli chocolate ice cream for good measure.
Now I'm happily full, sleepier than ever, and barely making it through this post with open eyes. I will dig deep for the effort required to transfer from my cozy state on the couch, only because my bed has so much more real estate and better pillows.
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