I’ve been eating a ton of junk food. The more junk food I eat, the more I want junk food. They should call it funk food.
Let me just tell you about the past couple days. Chick-Fil-A. Chinese food. Tropical Smoothie…twice.
This has been going on for at least three weeks. And I can totally tell. I’m lethargic. And cranky. And all I want to do is stuff my face full of Oreos. It’s stupid.
In my defense, it’s been a really busy week. But that’s no excuse. I can do better. My priorities are out of whack.
So I tried to fix it with supper tonight. I channeled the mantra my mom preached to me while sitting at the dinner table when I was a little girl.
She’d say this because I had a tendency to not eat whatever she cooked for supper, and then I’d ask for cereal or scrambled eggs or little green peas at 10’o clock at night.
And that is supper.
Not fast food. Not junk food. Just a light meal to help get me on the right track.