My household has been in a chaotic little hell since April Fool's Day. (No joke.)

My husband is gone, my oldest is spiraling into depression despite everything I can do, and I'm back in the workforce. Stress, much?

Last few days have been hard, around here. And I haven't had time/energy to cook, at the end of the day. And I've wanted -- so badly -- to binge on junk.

Crackers.
Cookies.
Chocolate.


We had a box of Girl Scout cookies in the house, my favorite flavor, and I just wanted to DOWN them.

So today, I took the bad compromise. I went and bought some Atkins bars, and ate three. (Enough to tie me to the bathroom.... NOT enough to make me feel like I'm dying. Sugar alcohols....)

Am I proud of downing so much junk that I've emptied my bowels? Nope.

Is it better than some of the alternatives, that I was apt to give into soon? You betchya!

Self-care food-prep simply requires more spoons than I have at the moment... but after my pig-out, I was actually able to make a shepherd's pie, tonight, so there's food for the next several days. (REAL food, with nutritonal value.)


And this is how we hang in there, when the going gets tough.

Hey, survival is the first rule.

Know a vet student that ate a baked potato and boiled chix breast everyday for lunch.

When my kids were little, I needed short cuts. Baked chicken legs, fill 9 x 13 pan. Microwaves frozen vegies. Potatoes, English or sweet, microwaved.

Hang in there, you WILL find your sea legs!!

Hugs.