Second Day - Relative Success!

So after my horrendous 12 hour day, I slept for ten hours Sunday night. This is how nocturnal I am - after working those 12 hours on 3-4 hours of sleep, I STILL stayed up until 3:30 in the morning. Part of that was because I had some work to do when I got home - real work, that pertains to my career, and pays great -but mostly it was because that's just how I am. So I woke up late on Monday - like around 2 - and had to shower before I left for work at 3:30. Since pissing away time on the internet is a given, I also did that, but then had to rush and thus didn't really get a chance to eat anything before work.

In fact, I pissed away so much time and was being so sluggish that I missed my bus and had 30 minutes to kill, so I went to the good grocery store by my apartment and bought some 'bali style meatballs.' I had also packed a bunch of stuff with me but that was more finger food like nuts and dried apricots, and didn't want to get into those before washing my hands. So anyway, I had a couple of those, and then when I got to work I had the fruit and nuts.

When I got home - which took an HOUR AND A HALF because my first bus was late, so I missed my second bus - I was so tired and angry that I sat on the couch for way too long, until I was so hungry I decided I wanted to eat a bunch of hot bread and butter for dinner. I live right near a Safeway, and have unfortunately managed to go there RIGHT when their French bread is coming out of the oven. There is nothing like good hot bread with butter. I never eat a whole loaf at once, obviously, but have mastered the art of reheating bread in the oven (perhaps that sounds like a simple process, but really, I'm the least domestic person I know).

So for dinner I had maybe...1/3 of the loaf, an Italian sausage, and the rest of the strawberry and tomato salad, sans tomatoes, for dinner. And water. While this probably wasn't what Mireille had in mind, I didn't eat so much I felt stuffed or overly full in any way, and that's an important component of the 'plan.' I also learned something else: you should really not leave the strawberry and tomato salad, just finish it off all at once. It was still good, but it was no longer amazing, and that was disappointing. In the future I suppose I'll pare down the recipe to one serving - I had made two servings on Sunday.

Still no soda. I miss it, but it's not an aching yearning, at least.

I am worried that I won't be able to commit to all the effort involved, the planning, preparation, cooking, and clean up, long term. If I fail, I feel like I will be at a loss about what to do next about my weight.