Finding: I can really put it away

This is the carnage after I ate a huge bowl of chili and then went on to finish Danger J's, which he had almost not touched. As you can see I even ate parts of the (wheat bread mashed together to form) bread bowls. And then -- AND THEN! -- it appears that I licked the spoon to acquire extra calories. In fairness to my body, my stomach had been trying to send fullness signals to my brain, but they were stopped by a large amount of chili.

Shortly thereafter I went snowboarding, hurling my bloated, distended body down a hill at breakneck speed, with voluminous chili burps permeating my snow clothes every five seconds, and an all-day nausea. Danger J calls me "the Bottomless Pit," and while an unflattering term to be called by your boyfriend, it is true. I can really put it away.