You eat junk, or at least I did.  If I did a food journal for last week it would be horrible.  When you’re sick,
you’re in no mood to cook, nor do you have the energy. It kind of makes you long for the days when your mom would take care of you.   I ate mostly packaged food last week.  Stuff like frozen pizza, frozen dinners, and canned soup.  Not the most unhealthy food ever, but certainly not “healthy”.  Dave brought me soup from a restaurant one day, which jane-is-illwas sweet of him.  He has been a trooper, and sometimes a worrier.  This is the beginning of his busy season at work, so he has been working late (and Saturdays), or he probably would have hovered over me more.  I would post a picture some of the junk food, but I’m pretty sure I ate every bit of it that we had in the house, so there’s nothing left to photograph.  I guess that’s a good thing, it creates a good excuse to start eating healthier food.  I still don’t feel top-notch, but tomorrow’s a new day and I’m trying to think positively about feeling better.  Honestly at this point I’d be happy if I could just have a little more energy and zap this fog out of my brain.