by Maria's Last Diet
When Sunday comes, and there's nothing planned, that's when I battle eating the most.
Sunday can be fun, sunny and blue skies, but when it's quiet with no people around, I grab food.
I don't know, the day stretches out in front of me seeming endless, and i can't think what to do with it.
Then, of course, there's always the idea in the back of my mind that the next day is Monday, DIETING DAY, so it doesn't matter what I do on Sunday.
On these empty Sundays I always fill myself up.