I can’t eat any more. I mean it. I’ll explode. This whole week – too much. And now just about everything feels like too much. I met John for lunch at Panera today, and after just half a sandwich and a small salad, I felt like I’d eaten a house. Dinner tonight (before yoga) is decaf tea and a piece of toast with peanut butter. I’m not so sure that won’t feel like too much, too.