It's carb-central over here

Squeamish men and ultra-ladies, a head's up: this post is not for you! Today I am so plagued by hormonal fatigue that I cannot get off the couch and feel as if a fiery dowel has been rammed through my right ovary. It is being twisted and turned against my will AND, as if that weren't enough, I also feel like it's attached to a bellows which is repeatedly inflating my little egg bag way beyond its capacity. Damn you lady parts and the changes with which you and I must deal. Is it not enough that I have birthed two children with joy and love?! I feel that at this point in my life, ovarian malfeasance and zits (in my ear?!?! one on my neck?!?!) should simply NOT enter into and taint my existence. It's unacceptable I tell you.

All of this to say that it has been a carbtastic festival over here for three days now: this pizza (kale, bacon, tomatoes and mozz) was magnificent; this pasta, Rapunzel-like fusili with pear, arugula and Parm, a lovely and unique meal. This morning I had a waffle but afterwards conducted a self-intervention and ate a salad for lunch. Who knows what will happen later tonight? Pizza with pasta on top??