Well I'm not able to post my journal entry but here's an ammusing story...This Easter my boyfriend thought it would be funny to make a bet to see who could eat the most. My family, boyfriend and I went to get italian together. I started out with a bowl of soup and an antipasto salad. No one was eating the bread so I took the basket and dipped every slice in my soup to eat. Then I ordered deep fried cheesy brocoli for an appetizer. For my dinner I ordered a veal dish with a side of pasta. When I finished all mine I noticed my brother was full. So I offered to finish off his chicken parm and pasta he didn't even touch. Meanwhile I was on my 3rd coke. I was still hungry so I ordered a steak tip dish with a loaded baked potato and seasonal vegetables. For dessert I ordered the tiramisu, a cannoli and a slice of hazelnut cake. I also got a mocha latte to drink with my dessert. The tables are very close in this small restaurant so I had diffculty making my way out trying to turn different ways so I wouldn't bump anyone. The chairs were small also and not that sturdy. I noticed there was a pastry/gelato place across the street. I decided to order a large hazelnut gelato, 6 more large cannolis and 2 peanut butter brownies. They were all delicious. When I arrived home I proceeded to eat my chocolate bunny and a bag of mixed hersey chocolates. I drank a few waters because of all the chocolate. I felt so bloated. I could barely pull up my sweats. My belly was hanging over them and I loosened them as much as possible. The rest of the night I could only lie in my bed rubbing my belly to calm it down. It stayed bloated and round. my boyfriend was laying with me so he helped me rub it and gave it kisses to make it feel better. His muscular arms can barely reach around my stomach but he still holds me as tight as he can. Other than my tummy hurting the day was wonderful and I'm craving another huge round of meals to indulge in. And as the end result I won the bet.