Guilty as Charged

I am guilty of not feeding myself properly. A lot. If I were a child and my mom fed me the way I feed myself, child welfare would've been called. But there is one thing in my defense and that is, I cook all day long. When i get home, the dead last thing I want to do is cook. Especially since I'm only cooking for me. So what usually happens is I microwave a frozen diet dinner or pick up some takeout on the way home. From time to time, I may bring home leftovers from work. Today was a combination of things.
I ate:
A piece of ham & cheese quiche for breakfast (leftover from work)
drank crystal light all day long
Picked up a rotisserie chicken at the grocery store and microwaved a baked potato and some frozen broccoli to go with it.
There may have been cokes involved at 2 points on that timeline.

And that's a good day for me, folks. Those are all whole foods and not handed to me thru a drive up window.  And none of them involve cereal, which is my other fallback meal.

I believe it is a combination of lack of time and somehow thinking that we aren't worth the effort. That we don't deserve to eat well, because, after all, isn't that what got us into this mess to begin with?

But the truth is, we need to eat well. We need to eat something that not only gives us fuel, but gives us pleasure. We just don't need to eat every morsel of food that crosses our path. There isn't, for most of us, any shortage of food. We will all eat tomorrow. So, that is what I am thinking about today; taking the time to feed and care for yourself. We care for family, friends, and even pets. Time to put yourself on the list. Give yourself some care, a little love. It is hard, when we'd rather beat ourselves up for everything we didn't do that day, but hey, there's most likely gonna be another day after this.

Try again tomorrow.