sort of skipped.
Which is to say that I didn't actually prepare a complete meal, having felt extraordinarily guilty over this afternoon's snacking while preparing the snack (irony).
I ended up eating several ounces of refrigerated ravioli and finishing the package. Instead of just sucking it up and admitting I was going to eat it, I did it one piece at a time, uncooked, which only made it sting worse as I realized I was finishing it all.
I ended up eating two chocolate rice cakes with plenty of mental chastizing, then going to bed. I wasn't hungry, obviously, but incredibly disappointed in myself.
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