This week has been pretty rough.
Which makes me emotional.
Which makes me want to eat.
I was so tired and emotionally and mentally drained yesterday that I couldn't even begin to think about wanting to cook. The thought of cooking made me want to beat baby bunnies. So yeah. We got a to go order from a place here. Chicken tenders and french fries and texas toast. I couldn't finish it, and I felt bad for eating it. Then tonight I made beef tacos using eye of round steaks with whole wheat tortillas. We had rice with corn and tomatoes for a side. Not exactly a balanced meal, but not too bad I guess.
I feel myself coming to that point where I'm ready to give up. We're almost at the end of week 3. Though we haven't started our program yet, we have made so many changes. And it's not that I want bad food...I'm just sort of tired of cooking. Ok, I'm REALLY tired of cooking.
I've been making dinner and taking the left overs and portioning out our meals so we can just pop them in the microwave later, but then I get tired of eating the same thing.
I think I just need to whine and kick my feet and cry and get it all out.