The Non-Eater

Today is my first full day on Spark and already I'm off to a not so good start. Yesterday I finally took on the daunting task of rearranging and throwing away clothes. It was 80 degrees here in Pittsburgh last night and the sunless evening was no help to the humidity. Nevertheless, I worked for four hours refolding, stacking, arranging, and organizing all of my clothes. I had to let go of some good friends along the way. Some that I haven't put on in ages, others that I had to admit just didn't fit.

The problem with all of this rigorous work was that I hadn't eaten anything since lunch at work around 2:30 which, sad to say, was a gordita from Taco Bell. It was at that time that I realized I needed to stop killing myself and logged on to Spark. But after I signed up and read some articles and stories, I realized I had NONE of the foods I needed in my house to make a good meal. When my husband asked me if I wanted Subway for dinner, I declined still scared out of my wits that I wouldn't choose something healthy enough (even though now as I think about it, Subway isn't the worst fast food place I could've got some dinner). So I worked and sweat and went to bed empty and now... I am starving!

Breakfast will by far be one of my biggest hurdles because on top of not liking to wake up, I rarely cook. My husband, in addition to only gaining like ten pounds in six years, is a habitual snacker and is thus usually full all the time. A coworker suggested a recipe to me yesterday she was shocked to find out I do not own a mixer... or a whisk... or a mallet. Hey look I'm sorry, but I am Chef Boy-r-dont. My mother was a stay at home mom, so I didn't feel like I need to learn how to cook. My siblings, an older brother and younger sister (who are average sized) picked up cooking on their own, but me? Uh, yes, China King? I need the usual....

So here I am. At work, sipping tea with Splenda, starving. I did have time to grab some lettuce, and dressing for lunch and I read some great recipes that I hope to shop for after work. But right now? I work. Staring at the clock. Waiting for the next two hours before I can go to lunch. Praying this tea was a quiche.