Picnic people

So I have a group of friends who are affectionately know as "choir practice". Why? Because grown adults don't get together for no reason.  And it's hard to explain.  Choir practice is something my small Kentucky town gets.  

Today was our chicken picnic.  Omg that chicken was good.  We also throw down and bring the sides.  Lava lamp cooked a big thing of baked beans.  Plenty of brown sugar.  I had my leg and thigh of chicken and sides.   It was green beans and watermelon and tomatoes.  676 calories in all.  Holy mother. That coupled with a 190 calorie protien bar translates to I'm going over calories today.  The problem I have with dieting is that I am freaking starving.  An hour after lunch and I could eat a toddler.  In barbecue sauce.  I hope to God I get the lap band.  Hopefully, I won't have to live like this forever.  The reason I want the lap band, need the lap band, is that I can't deal with this.  I can do it for the short term, but long term, I will break.  I will need to be full.  This is just torturous.  

Enough about the war between my belly and my head.

(I'm okay. My hunger will not kill me.  Deep breathes)

Here are some pictures.