If You Are What You Eat – Then I’m In Trouble

Sometimes I like to describe my day by sharing a ridiculous true-life incident.

And sometimes I get a kick out of breaking down the day’s events into numbers.

But today?

Today I am going to cruise down a new avenue.

I think I’ll chronicle my yesterday according to what food items I consumed.

How do you like them apples?

(Them apples?  Get it? A food joke.)

No time for breakfast on Tuesdays – Bible Study morning.  Which means getting ready (and getting five kids ready) to leave the house by 9 a.m.

(Sure, that doesn’t sound early to people employed outside of their homes.  I know.  But to people employed inside their homes – well, somehow, it does.)

That’s alright though because right around 9:40 a.m. I will make skipping breakfast at home acceptable by eating an inch square of cinnamon roll, a portion of a bear claw and a sliver of a cheese danish.  (Our Bible Study always features Panera Bread bakery items sliced into little squares and slivers.  I don’t make the food decisions.  I just eat them.)  Oh – and a cup of water.

After Bible Study we book it across town (out of the state really) to escort London and Bergen to an art class.  (Mosely declined attending this particular art lesson because the project was creating face masks formed by sticking special paper and goop all over one’s own face.  Mosely is not down with sticking paper and goop on her face.)

Flying down the interstate I drink half a Nalgene bottle of water and a third of the banana London didn’t want to finish.

After safely securing London and Bergen in art class ready for paper and goop, Piper and Mosely and I hit the Hendersonville streets.

Before picking up the goopy-faced children we stopped by McFarlane’s Bakery and picked up a few treats.  It was 2:45.  I ate a huge, delicious homemade french creme horn with gobs of homemade creme spewing out from both ends.

We drive by Skytop Orchard on the way to our house so we grabbed a bag of apples and I shared an apple cider slush with the kids.

At home we swirled around the house, tidying up a few rooms and by 6:30 p.m. we sat down to crispy bread bowls filled with chili that had been cooking in the crock pot all day.

Now that I see how horribly unhealthy my lunch and breakfast menu items were, I am not surprised that I hammered down two bowls of chili at dinner.

Oh – and a bowl of Frosted Flakes for a late night snack.

Yikes.