Food

The last time my weight was decent, meaning I was not in the overweight category-I think my bmi was hovering around 25, I managed food well. It was 2003, the summer before I started in on the horror of studying physics, which was just too much for my brain to handle (especially as a single mom-so glad to have that excuse;o)).
The kids spent a good long time at their dad's that summer, and it made it easy to eat well.

Breakfast was typically a mango-I used to love a good mango for breakfast in summer, now I think, how could that sustain me all day? During the regular school year, I would have a slimfast bar, and that worked well, too. I would have as many cups of coffee as I needed. For lunch it was either lean cuisine with salad and hot sauce or fresh salmon with salad. Dinner was a regular dinner, without seconds. Blueberries and apples and oranges for snacks. I am sure there was chocolate somewhere in there.

Somehow, though, I got in the habit of eating whenever the mood struck me. I started moving less and less. I got depressed studying physics and started drowning my sorrows in...whatever. Eating does pick me up. I remember when I had a stressful day at PH, I would come home and grab leftovers and just eat. And it was comforting.



I don't know what my point is here. I was just thinking about it.