I’m back to the being hungry at night thing, which isn’t so bad. My usual help at making poor eating choices are all ditching me this week for poor reasons such as honeymoons, work functions, visiting friends from out-of-town, and rivalry football games (Go Beavs!) It’s just as well. This holiday season is not helping my lack of willpower at all. I even stole a doughnut today (it was from a co-worker, who had almost a dozen of them left after a meeting, so I don’t feel guilty at all.)

Which is not to say that I won’t go to Buffalo Wild Wings tomorrow and make a lunch out of a bunch of fried chicken that really seems more like fried bits than actual chicken. It seems to be a Thursday ritual at work, and a darn unhealthy one at that. Now that I start mentioning food, I’m craving the things I can’t remember the names of at the Guatemalan restaurant in downtown Hillsboro. I’m off to distract myself so I don’t wake myself up with the growling of my stomach. Mind over matter, after all.

I figure I should probably get back to my “regular” diet soon, which means a lot more Mexican food is in my future. I had a feeling of impending doom today, which could just be caused by an upset stomach. I wasn’t feeling all that great last weekend and I topped that off with a lot of tzatziki sauce today. And a salad. Those salads seem to do a number on me.

Really, I got nothing again. This feeling of impending doom is really kind of bumming me out. I figure I can cure it, but it’s going to require my usual flossing and brushing and actually getting to bed on time. Whoops. I blew that again. Oh well.