Today I have eaten:
- One egg-white omelette with lowfat feta cheese
- a banana
- a piece of string cheese
- One cup of coffee and some water
I worked and had therapy. I rode the subway six times today and walked probably five miles. How is it that it's 9 p.m. and I am not really that hungry? How is it that eating has somehow not become a priority to me? Because you all know how much I love food. I think maybe it's the lack of "meal time" in my days - my job is really active, and it seems as if I really only eat a meal if I go to dinner or have uninterrupted time to sit down to a meal. Otherwise it's a handful of almonds here, an apple there, and I don't want to have a big meal when I'm just getting home at 9.
I'm trying to figure out how to work in real food that I don't have to pay a ton for but can still be "on the go" starting next week when I'll leave the house at 7:30 a.m. and not get home until 10 p.m. (at the earliest.) This wasn't a problem with the last job because it wasn't active, I had a "meal time," and classes were earlier. Hm.