Diary of a Foodie

So I got an appointment with a well-known dietitian. I didn't choose her; my physician did. My appointment is a week from Tuesday, and they asked that I keep a food journal with everything I eat and drink for the week leading up to my appointment, and bring it with me. Since the point is to start eating better and getting back in shape, I decided I will make this food journal public. I already have an account on MyFitnessPal, but I've always had it on lockdown. I still plan to keep it private (it includes my weight and other personal health information), but I am going to post that one week journal on here. My hope is that I will make healthier decisions knowing that the whole world (or the 12 people who read this) will be judging my food choices.

I worked until almost 2 p.m. today. Every day, I work a few minutes longer. My goal is to be back to full time on Monday, but I'm not pressuring myself. HR and my boss fully support me either way. I feel good, but I still am getting moderate (rarely severe) headaches and my eyes quite easily.

On another note, Rags is on another underwear and dirty tissue binge. I think he needs therapy. He eats two cups of food every day, which is twice as much as he ate when we lived in Florida, but hasn't gained any weight...probably because he goes for 17 walks a day.

I'm really looking forward to going to Boston this weekend to see Juls and Annie, and the other Julia, plus Drew and baby. I haven't seen either one of them since...I think their wedding in December 2007? Crazy. The next morning, Julia is having a bunch of girlfriends over for brunch. I will be providing sunrise mimosas unless I drink all the champagne the night before, which may happen if Florida loses to South Carolina.

I mailed in my absentee ballot today. Since we weren't sure what the outcome of my surgery would be, I applied for an absentee ballot.

Well, I'm out of (non-) exciting things to write about. My head is throbbing and the house is freezing, so it's time for a hot shower and bed.