At night, I sit on my bum with my knees pulled up to my chin and I look up at my pantry.
Praying to see something that I feel like eating.
See those Doritos in the upper right hand corner of the picture? I choose those a lot.
And since I'm pregnant, if nothing looks good, I get in the car and drive up and down Hilliard-Rome Road until I see something that I want. Like Chick-Fil-A. Or Chipotle. Or Smoothie King. Or I consider driving 20 minutes to a Sonic. Sometimes I do this.