but i stand tall to get by.

Late night at work last night... it was busy and I was exhausted and in all the confusion I plain out forgot to eat. Straight up, it happens more than I'd like to admit. The good thing about being a stress eater is that the pendulum swings in both directions -- when shit hits the fan, stress seriously suppresses my appetite.

I did, however, make time to eat an orange and drink plenty of green tea (I'm rocking a new flavor this week... Raspberry Gardens by Celestial Seasonings). And after work I had enough sense about me to peck at some deli turkey for protein.

I volunteered (don't ask me why, it was a really stupid idea) to come into work this morning, so I dragged my sleepy self out of bed after two measly hours of sleep. Needless to say, I was not a happy camper. The late night turkey threw my routine off and I didn't eat breakfast until 9am (bran flakes, vanilla yogurt, banana).

[Side note, I really don't know where I'm going with this post]

For lunch, I had some deli turkey and half an avocado on a whole wheat tortilla with a generous heaping of salt (muchos gracias et un gros merci to my diuretics for throwing off my electrolyte balance) and I cut up half a cucumber with fresh cracked pepper as a side dish. Here, let me translate this for you: I've ran out of produce again, so I took all the green shit I could find in the fridge and threw it together. Oh, and I had a can of V8 and a fuckton of water.

I've been trying to be really good about eating lately. But when I say "really good" in relation to eating, I'm not talking about avoiding the bad foods. What I really mean to say is that

• I'm taking care to remind myself to eat, even when I'm not hungry
  
• I'm eating good and healthful things when I do bother to eat, I make the best use out of the prime real estate in my GI tract
  
• I'm aware that not eating is a problem, so I'm doing what I can to move this train in the opposite direction

It really does feel like I'm pushing up against a moving train sometimes. Boyfriend asked me how I could forget dinner... he says he understands forgetting lunch, but dinner? And the truth is, there are days when I forget BOTH. It's the stupidest thing, too, because I used to love food, and I know damn well that my blood tests don't hide anything and it's really in my best interest to take care of myself.

But... shit happens? (Is that a fair evaluation? I think it is.)