Sunday’s Journal Entries Continued…

9:00 AM (Sunday)

Not sure what to eat for breakfast. Husband forgot to pick up Cereal for me on his late-night grocery run, so now options are: toast (which is like eating air) or waffles (which I’ve had everyday for weeks and are unhealthy) with Nutella (which I’ve been devouring by the jar), or eggs and bacon (bad for cholesterol)

Note to self: must stop eating Nutella with breakfast, lunch and dinner.

I haven’t been getting any exercise (too snowy and cold to walk dog *cough-excuses-cough*), and I’ve been eating a lot of chocolates, given (cruely) as Christmas gifts by so-called ‘friends’, and cookies too. I’m supposed to be very careful with my cholesterol (even though I’m a young 30-something)… which makes me think of my grandma (the cholesterol, not my age). I should call her or visit her. Maybe as a New Year’s thing.

Want to go out New Year’s Eve, but there’s nowhere to go, no events that would require dressing up. Husband will be setting up merchandising tent at a New Years family festival event which I do not feel like helping out with, although I probably should if I were a model wife, and will have to keep track of daughter at the same time at said event. A far cry from the elagant wine and cheese non-existant New Year’s Eve cocktail party I’d rather be attending.

9:09 AM

So hungry. Scared if I eat even one spoonful of Nutella today I’ll die by night fall. Waffles also have saturated fat, so do eggs. Toast will make me more hungry than before I ate said toast (inadvertently kicking hunger into full swing for the day), resulting in me stuffing an oreo with Nutella, Peanut butter and icing, then devouring four of these creations, because there is no package label warning me how much saturated fat this combination has.
Food options: 0

9:11 AM

Daughter is singing to herself in bed. Should go say hi. Then make her something fat laden for breakfast (she’s as this as a rail, with shoulder bones sticking out so far you’d think she was growing wings). Eggs and bacon and heavily buttered toast for her this morning!

9:26 AM

Had chat with daughter about how her teacher obviously is unqualified to teach language arts. Tried to explain proper novel writing. Still haven’t eaten. Daughter is on computer now typing away on her novel (she is 8 years old) while Husband is still tapping away on his ipad on couch. They will loiter around like this until I make them breakfast.

9:37 AM

Had an M&M chocolate almond. Making bacon now while reading Bridget Jones and putting away yesterday’s Boxing Week Sale shopping spree items, thrown onto kitchen table by Husband yesterday as his way of putting things away. (is putting stuff away also akin to ‘picking up sticks’ on a Sabbath? Must not think of it)

Let dog out and realized it is warmer outside, meaning I can walk dog today (work or leisure?) also meaning I can eat bacon with breakfast! (turkey bacon of course). And maybe even an egg! Oh and French Fries too!

Hopefully my exercise to what-I-can-eat ratio isn’t too far off in my calculations.

10:20 AM

Make breakfast for three, ate: 1 egg, 2 toast, 3 bacon, handful of fries, orange juice and 2 M&M chocolate Almonds.

Husband has transitioned from ipad tapping to Man-Movie watching on couch while eating the breakfast I made him.

I must shower today.

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Sunday (yesterday) journal enteries: (this is me)

8:34 AM

Decided to start journaling for the New Year, Bridget Jones style! To help me keep on track with New Year’s Resolutions.

8:40

Must figure out New Years’ Resolutions before the New Year. Must de-clutter house of Christmas clutter and store it all neatly and orderly in plastic bins in the basement, then de-clutter basement.

Had a dream about my grandma. She was happy and smiling. Feeling guilty that I never visit her.

Plans for today:

-Play with daughter
-Not do dishes or laundry or de-clutter house because it’s Sunday (no work day)
-Find out if there is confession today (probably not) so I won’t have to cross my arms and refuse the bread again when I go up for Communion, resulting in shame and embarrassment and onlookers wondering what grave sin I’ve committed (there aren’t that many, murder being one of them).
-Go to Mass (maybe)
-Read more of Bridget Jones latest book that I got for Christmas (which I picked out myself and wrapped myself but used Husband’s money and labeled it from Husband) because it’s SO funny, although I vaguely remember a passage in the Old Testament saying something like ‘they do what they regularily do on any other day (on Sunday) and don’t keep it Holy.” Resulting in God being upset. I also vaguely remember someone being put to death for ‘picking up sticks’ on a Sabbath day O.o
-I probably shouldn’t be writing seeing as that is something I would do on any regular day. Plus if I become a writer then ‘writing’ would be work (akin to picking up sticks)!
-Just realizing now that I have a lot of religious stuff running through my head, maybe because it’s Sunday.
-Can’t write anymore because Husband is on couch beside me playing some stupid war game on his ipad mini which involves endless tapping on the screen and not a lick of real video game hand/eye co-ordination skill (this generation has become even too lazy for video gaming skill), and the tapping is too distracting for me to write.

(end of first installment of yesterday’s diary enteries, will catch up to today’s date this morning at some point after a few posts…)