Hangry

Hangry.  This is one of my least favorite "words."  It's right up there with "nosh" or "noshing" and "nom, nom, nom."  Worst. Ever.  It does, however, fairly accurately describe my current and constant state.  I'm starving.  All.  The.  Time.  I mean, starving in a very first world form of the word.  But in the last three months and twenty days, I've been hungry exactly all of the time. 

Something about nursing two babies and trying to keep two toddlers alive apparently burns all of the Calories. If you think teenagers go through food, you haven't seen anything until you witness the damage a nursing twin-mom can do over the course of a day.  First breakfast, second breakfast, a snack before lunch and one after, plus dinner and please don't bother packing up the leftovers, I'll eat those too.  Anyone hungry for dessert?

In the midst of eating all the food, it became obvious that for the sake of the babies' stomach issues, I needed to cut dairy and soy from my own diet.  Come to find out, my favorite food groups are dairy, soy, and dairy.  My stomach starts growling and all I can think about is eating a cheese stick...or a butter stick...just give me all the fat.  But alas, no such luck.  Which, just makes me want it more. 

So here I am with my vegetable spread butter substitute and my spoonful of vegetable based vegan cookie dough trying to fill the void.  Unless, you are my mom or sister reading this, then I definitely didn't just eat a container of vegetable cookie dough because that would be gross. Who does that? 

These twins are going to be obligated to put us up in a real nice retirement home after this sacrifice on their behalf.  I wonder if they serve steak?

I'm out, I need to go raid the pantry...again. 

Please bring help - from a socially acceptable distance - and some coconut based ice cream!