Peter Piper picked a peck of [roasted] peppers...

Last night I was dead tired and didn't feel like eating much of anything, let alone getting up and making something.

Mr. Legalosaur had a salmon and potato salad wrap left over from his dinner, as his eyes were bigger than his stomach. I asked if I could just eat his leftovers, and he said sure - but there were roasted red peppers on there, and for some reason any kind of slimy pepper has been majorly grossing me out in the past week.

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So he opened up the wrap to pick the peppers out for me. And just the sight of them on the potato salad and clinging the wrap caused me to jump off the couch, run to the bathroom, and begin wretching in the toilet. It took everything in me not to puke.

And the icing on the cake? Because my bladder was so full, I leaked a little from the wretching. Oh the joys. Who knew it would start this early!? I won't even be six weeks until tomorrow.

Needless to say, I didn't eat the wrap. I had toast with peanut butter and honey instead.

I've been majorly struggling to find food that doesn't disgust me, and most of the stuff that doesn't isn't very healthy. I figure eating something is better than not eating anything at all... But what's a girl to do?