My tummy hasn’t stopped grumbling since I cut (most of) the comfort eating … but that’s not what this blog is about.
I’m hungry in a grab life with both hands way.
I want to DEVOUR challenges and experiences and … well, everything.
The urge is so powerful it’s almost an ache.
And there are only so many gym workouts and bushwalks a girl can do.
I need to sink my teeth into something.
I just don’t know what it is; or what I will be given the chance to be.
I’m so full of plans and opinions and ideas and feelings.
It’s like I’m made of popping candy.
Song of the day …
“Hungry Like a Wolf”, Duran Duran