I don’t eat well — or at all, for that matter.
I know I don’t eat enough and that means I don’t eat well.
When I wake up in the morning, I have just enough time to dress and feed the kids, before I have to head out the door and drop them off at school, etc.
When asked to choose between brewing coffee and making food, I brew coffee.
“But, Precious, just eat what the kids are eating!”
No, it doesn’t work that way. The kids like simple foods: Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, cereal, oatmeal — me, I’m looking for something better. But, since I don’t have it, I don’t eat at all.
Frankly, I don’t have the energy or the time to make anything decent for me these days. I keep the kids fed, healthy and happy. But not myself.
It’s a terrible habit.
The fact that I’m aware of it and it hasn’t changed is sad.
I stay up far too late.
By the time I get home from work, get the kids in bed and get all the chores done — it’s time for bed, myself. The thing is, it doesn’t matter how tired I am. If I don’t do something to “wind down,” I will not sleep well.
So, I put on a show on my phone and lay in bed and watch.
I read a book.
I watch the news.
It sounds great in theory, but it’s not when you’re doing it in place of sleep because you don’t have time to do both.
There are certain things I write on purpose — with intention and with expected results.
But there are a lot of things I micro-blog about on Twitter, Instagram and Facebook that are pretty, well, useless.
They don’t serve any purpose except to maybe relate to someone, somewhere out there, who happened to be doing the exact same thing and found it just as funny (or angry) enough to share, as I did.
365 is my attempt at daily journaling. I’m using a couple of different Android apps and blogs for inspiration, and picking the prompts I feel most compelled to write about. That’s probably cheating but, oh well. Lol.