So, I've been working really hard on a power point for my boss (aka dad) for a board report he is giving today (as I type in fact). The board meeting was set to begin at noon, with the kitchen delivering food shortly before. Noon rolled around and still no lunch. I had just finished putting the final touches on the power point and ran down to the kitchen to find out where the lunch was. They forgot! Fortunately, we have a Little Caesar's Pizza right down the road, offering $5 hot and ready large pizzas. I jumped in my car (literally) and drove down there to grab a few pizzas before the meeting got underway. During my short jot there, I realized that Matt and I applied for new life insurance and are having our blood drawn at 5pm today, which means I have to fast after 1pm. That means I had 20 minutes to figure out what's for lunch and eat it! I decided to grab a bag of Crazy Bread and a Diet Pepsi as a last resort. With time limited, this seemed like the best and most efficient option. Here's the shameful part...by the time I got the food set-up for the board, I was starving. You know that feeling where you go from "yeah, I could eat" to "yeah, I need to eat everything in sight now!" I retreated to my office, locked the door and dug into the Crazy Bread. Before I knew it, I had eaten the entire package! (Yes, it tasted heavenly, but that's besides the point.) Now I'm wondering - could this have been a craving? Or maybe pure, sinful gluttony? Or maybe cravings are gluttony and we just call them cravings because it makes it sound better? Either way, I feel ashamed of eating the whole bag - which is normally meant for 4 people. The saddest part, I don't even feel full!