I've eaten enough for a small country - yes I feel bad...in more ways than one.

I am so full I am worried that I am going to literally have to be rolled out of work or maybe rolled onto the balcony where a crane could air lift me down two storeys.

I forgot that this new restaurant contacted my team yesterday as they wanted to showcase their food for us (love my job). I had lunch before I got to work. A huge lunch. A huge chicken schnitzel (always too big, but I ate the entire thing) drowned in cheeze sauce, chips and salad. I did everything but lick the plate clean. Good to see I still have some class.
I think people at the restaurant must have thought I hadn't seen food for a while. Maybe they thought I was a Survivor contestant.

I arrived at work feeling very piggy-like. God I am uncomfortable. I am so relieved I actually have a long top on, I can now undo the button of my jeans.
I have so many stomach rolls I could open my own bakery.

Anyways, I get to work and my team is ravenous. They haven't forgotten and haven't eaten.
I couldn't be rude as this new restaurant laid out tray upon tray of food and then eagerly watched us for our first reaction.
I had to try everything. The Prego rolls, the haloumi, sticky chicken strips, bacon and cheese burgers, pizza slices and the traditional breasts. I got such delight in asking the one dude on my team to look at these breasts and then correct him by saying "No. On the plate!"
We all giggled. It was marvelously childish.
Please let me add that these were not cocktail party size, these were the real deal and we had a plate each.

I. am. so. full. I. don't. know. what. to. do. with. myself.

I need to burp. I can't. That's so annoying.
Maybe I should pace up and down, you know...to walk it off! I'm afraid the earth might shudder with each step though.
Maybe I should be bullimic (as an emergency.) OK, that's not something I should joke about, but seriously, these are the thoughts flying through my head.

Oh and guess what? I have a dinner (Aaaaahhh) with my very best friend ... it's a weird friendship...we hardly get to see each other (once every few months) but when we do it's like we saw each other yesterday. She is also my longest friend and knows me better than most.
It's been a very very long time and it's times like these, that I hate being female. No. Let me rephrase. I hate being a sensitive female. I haven't seen her in so long and we have hardly spoken either that I'm worried we're drifting apart. I'd be gutted.