One helluva long day.

Weight: 301
Mood: Tired

Today was a pretty good day, albeit a long one. Since it was the end of the month, the company I work for asked me to stay late to do inventory of all of our work in progress. That was a chore, to say the least. Then, after that, I came straight home, picked my wife up, put the kid in the car, and went to pick up my truck from the repair shop. We get home, I play with Maddox for a few, Jade makes an awesome dinner consisting of baked chicken, steamed broccoli and rice, and side salad. Afterward, Jade and I decide since it's a rare non-raining-sun-shining-not-so-cold-you-might-die-kind of day to go out for a walk.

I liked today because I kept myself busy enough that I wasn't looking for an excuse to snack. Not that snacking is unacceptable, but when I snack the portion doesn't necessarily constitute a "snack". For the average person, a snack might be a bag of chips, a candy bar, a piece of fruit, crackers, you know, something like that. I find myself trying to justify to my wife that the two grilled cheese and lunchmeat sandwiches I'm whipping up an hour before dinner are just a snack. Or launching myself elbows-deep into last nights leftovers, to make room in the fridge for tonight's leftovers. Something tells me it's time to learn what an appropriate snack is.

Oh, food. You cruel mistress. I pray I can quit you :)