Why Am I Up? I

Why Am I Up?
I am awake. I am hungry. I am hungry and awake. Uh, that’s not good. So let’s talk about being hungry because I cannot think of anything interesting about being awake. I am always hungry. I hate it. I am sure it has to do with the fact that I am nursing-nursing two children, not one at that. Dieting while nursing is the hardest thing because I am a freakin’ bottomless pit when it comes to food.
Once upon a time I was a personal trainer. I received secret pleasure from being that annoying chick in my group of friends, you know, when you go out to eat or get drinks, the one friend who always says “I can’t eat that-it’s too fattening”. Actually, I never got pleasure from that to be honest with you, it made me feel self-conscious, like I was condemning people’s life styles, but I wasn’t about to throw away all the previous dieting and work-outs for a night of fun,know what I mean?
I am not that annoying person anymore. I am the one ordering buffalo wings while my mother is like skinnier than I am. Aaaaaghhh! And I am just hungry, hungry, hungry! I get annoyed that there are only three meals a day! How dare those meal making people limit me to three!
My husband is up now doing some weirdness, I don’t know what. Moving stuff from his collection up to the attic. I am going to go bother him because I want food, give him my puppy dog eyes and say “I’m hungry” he’s going to say “Woman…” (he calls me that-how affectionate) “Woman, you’re hungry? What else is new!”