Food Diary - Day 1

So I'm supposed to keep a food diary. This would probably be more helpful if I actually wrote things down when I ate them rather than waiting until the end of the day, but lets face it - I'm avoiding this assignment.

So today. My husband left for work complaining about the house. He almost didn't acknowledge the lunch I made for him. I don't know why I even bother since he still buys a drink or something on a daily basis. Yeah, that's real helpful for him to pretend that he's making enough money to afford $1.69 for a stinking soda on a daily basis! Meanwhile I'm trying to trim household expenses even more so we can afford the thousand dollar payment to COBRA every month. I have no idea what I'll do for Christmas this year, there is no cushion left. And DH still won't look for a permanent job. They keep promising they'll hire him and he's content to wait. Well I'm not! Get a clue! You're a consultant! Why would they pay a fee to hire you and have to cover insurance as well when you're content to remain as a consultant!?! And as long as you aren't looking elsewhere you are showing them that you're content with the situation as is.

I want to get the kids to pray "Dear God, please give Mommy a clean house." Then when he asks what that's all about I'll tell him "If God can give you a job without you looking, then I'm sure He can give me a clean house without me doing anything."

So anyway, being in a really bad mood I inhaled two Milky Way squares that my youngest had brought home from a party yesterday. Then I found the Pop-Tart that I couldn't find 15 minutes earlier to give to my daughter, and I inhaled that too. Then I felt full. Weird. I wanted to inhale more, I even got out an unopened bag of chips, but I had no desire to eat them. Of course 15 minutes later I did eat some, but not as many as I imagined that I would.

I made bread this morning. While it was rising I cleaned and rearranged the kitchen counters so I could find a place for the toaster oven my Mom gave me. Then I reheated my leftover restaurant meal in the toaster oven. Chicken cilantro creme from Bahama Breeze. A little while later I had my leftover Caramel Cheesecake.

The kids came home from school and I had some cheese curls with them. I wonder how often I do that? Just eat food because they're having it and it seems appealing at the time.

For dinner I made mac 'n' cheese (ick!) and hot dogs for my DS. He had to eat early to get back to school for his theatre rehearsal. He was too busy playing his playstation game and didn't have time to eat. I was offended that he didn't even take the hot dogs to eat in the car (I specifically told him to). I reamed him out for disrespecting me when we reached the school. Then I didn't feel like cooking anything else when I got home, so DH heated the rest of the hot dogs. So for supper I had two hot dogs - on thick slices of homemade bread. And now I'm writing this. What else will I eat tonight?

I've been really controlled by my emotions today. Perhaps I should check the calendar to see if hormones are playing any part in this. I know, excuses, excuses.