When it was time to leave this morning, I was in such full yuck mode that I couldn't summon packing lunch. I stood and stared in the fridge, feeling my stomach ache, and was just overwhelmed. Walked out the door without my lunch, without my driver's license, without my debit card. 40 minutes in the car feeling like I just wanted to turn around and go back home to bed. Aleve banished the girlish part of my woes, at least enough to function.
coffee with sugar when I got to work (135)
Improvised lunch with what was here. PB&J sandwich (370) and ramen noodle soup (380). I'm pretty sure that the fact that those are on my "comfort food" list means I am white trash....
...I can live with that.