I’m going to come right out and say it. Today has been a horrible food day for me, and baking that loaf of bread this close to that time of month, and having recently changed my birth control all coming together was probably a lousy idea. I love bread. Any kind of bread. But for the last year, I’ve really only eaten it when we’ve 1) gone out to eat and gotten a sandwich or a burger, or 2) I made sloppy Joes or the very, very rare hamburger and I bought buns. Those events have probably happened about ten times in the last 365 days. I’ve even cut back my tortilla consumption by quite a bit. I just don’t buy or eat bread that much any more. But I love it. I would eat an entire loaf fresh out of the oven, just breaking it off in chunks and eating it by the handful, if I thought I could do it without gaining a couple of pounds. I’m pretty sure a hot, thick slice of bread slathered in butter is my very favorite thing to eat in the entire world. Making that loaf of bread was a mistake, and I should have known better because lately I’ve been craving carbs like crazy.
Of course I knew as soon as I realized I was not going to get back to sleep again at 5am this morning that today was going to be a really rough food day for me. It sounds kind of crappy, but this is my typical day: I wake up around 9 or 10am, and I have a little container of yogurt and I have my giant cup of coffee with a bit of creamer or milk and sugar, depending on what I have. That’s about 240 calories total. Around 1pm I get a little hungry again most days, and I dig something up (fruit, more yogurt, some eggs?) for another 250 calories or so. Then at 5pm we have dinner, where I take in somewhere between 700 and 900 calories and that’s usually the end of my day. I almost never snack for two reasons. 1) I can’t seem to stop once I get started, and because of 1), 2) is I refuse to bring snack food into the house.