I had breakfast for dinner last night.

An english muffin with egg, cheese (1 slice) and tomato. I also had yogurt. And a bowl of cereal.

This morning, I had a ham, egg, and cheese biscuit. Maybe I need to lay off the breakfast huh? Just a little bit?

I’m thankful for Thursday because it means paychecks clear at midnight, there’s only one more day until the weekend, and we have our staff lunch today at Bella Bella. I was pushing for somewhere else, because we went there not that long ago to celebrate something or other but it seems everyone is madly in love with this place. It’s good but I don’t want to make out with it, geez.

In other news, Elliot took to the formula stuff just fine yesterday but it certainly changed the consistency of his diaper contents. What was once a nice little lump of coal type offering is now back to being newborn slop. Crap. Not really what I wanted to see. But we’ve got to get his weight up. I’ve been feeding him more breakfast and some cheese and Cheerios in the evening. Must be nice to get to over-eat. I’m sort of jealous.

Alas, I am trying to eat a lot better and cut out my random moments of failure, i.e. when I get 3 cookies at Publix and chalk it up to, “Eh, I had a bad morning” or “I just found out I’m underfeeding my kid, I need a break.” Sure, this is the fastest road to 300 pounds but I figure, cutting out these impulses + elliptical 3x a week will keep me from ballooning to Shamu proportions.

Anyway, I have work to do that I am just putting off and putting off.