I am so glad I'm the one that cooks in my house. Othewise i would have to figure out a way to explain the 3rd sometimes 4th helpings i intentionally make myself for dinner, but as for now it is me. So no one can stuff me or tell me to slow down. So yet again i have overeten, i pushed my limits and now im tighter then a taught stretched balloon. Even between yawns, its not lost on my how good it feels to be this full, stuffed to the brum, stretched so tight gets me hot. I love this feeling, and hate it. I love the way it feels knowing ive been a good little piggy and pushed myself to the limits for you and i hate it because im always hungry for more.