Today I went to the dark side.
For those who don’t know me well, I change my hair a lot. It grows super fast and I love changing the length and colors throughout the year. Some people say I must get bored easily, but the truth is I just can’t stand looking the same all the time. It’s fun to change things up!
This big guy misses his daddy. He was very loud the first night Brian was away, and now he is just in a sad funk. He leaves the bed to eat, but just isn’t being his ornery self. I bribed him with catnip and he wasn’t even interested. Time to pull out the cheese. If that doesn’t work, I’m hoping a Skype session will help.
I’ve realized that putting bacon on my salads makes everything better. The only problem with bacon is that it really isn’t good for me. Sure I could use turkey bacon, but I was looking for an alternative to that and stumbled upon this tempeh today.
I was a little nervous when Brian left about how I would handle food. I am an emotional eater and have a tendency to indulge in the bad stuff once boredom sets in. I was worried that I might be tempted to hit the store and just buy crap for the week, so I had to come up with a different strategy. Instead of shopping for the whole week, I’m taking it day by day. If I have to go to the store once a day, so be it. But I vowed that if I am going to run out to the store every single day, I cannot buy crap. Nothing that will tempt me to derail the progress that I’ve made.
So if I’m going to blog about my feelings surrounding food this week, I have to say this–I have no appetite. I’m not even joking. I’ve had to remind myself to eat dinner twice, and I’m shocked that I haven’t had the urge to run out and get any of those foods that I turn to when I’m bored/emotional. I AM SO CONFUSED.
When Brian is here, I swear I cannot stop thinking about food. I’m constantly planning my next meal or snack, putting together my meal plans and grocery lists ahead of time, and tempted to eat all the foods I need to avoid all the damn time. So why on Earth am I not even hungry? Why am I not obsessing over food or even thinking about it? Is there some kind of connection between being married to my husband and food? Why can’t I not be hungry when he’s here?
That’s where I’m at right now. Oh, and I’m constantly checking the tracking on my package for those running shoes I ordered. I’m still kind of shocked that even with the pricing error, this store allowed my order to go through. $21 for a pair of $119 shoes? I guess when I have those shoes on my doorstep, then I’ll believe it. Oh, and I’ll be running out to buy a lottery ticket.