I am having one of those days. I'm hungry. Doesn't matter that I had oatmeal for breakfast, a turkey sandwich and chips for lunch, and a few dark chocolate kisses for a snack. I'm prowling the house looking for something to eat. I've got chili on the stove, there won't be any left for supper if I don't stop "checking the spices".
I don't know what I'm hungry for. Am I bored? Probably. Maybe I'll make a cake, but I'll eat just one piece and hubby doesn't need the rest to himself. I made salsa yesterday, for something to do. Don't want it any more. Sigh.
The good news, there's food in the house. That's something to be happy about.
I think I'll put on my shoes and take a walk. That should take away the hungries.