A big pothole on the road of life

Oy. Today was exhausting. Not even physically exhausting, just emotionally exhausting. My roommate and best friend lost her grandmother last week, and being so close to her and her family, it hurts me to see them all in such great pain. Today was her grandmother's funeral.

Needless to say, I didn't eat too well today. I didn't horribly, but I didn't eat that great either. Mom made my roommate's favorite pound cake, so of course I had to have a piece. Then my roommate's uncle's step mom has this kick-ass recipe for sugar cookies, and of course, I had to have two. There was also a ginger snap in in there too.

On the plus side, as far as actual food went today, for lunch, after the ceremony, my plate was half filled with vegetables, a quarter filled with pasta salad and I had a slice of turkey and provolone cheese. I also offset the cookies and other sweet stuff with a lot of fruit too. Breakfast was another cranberry-pomegranate bagel, something that was just easy to eat while we ran out the door.

The kicker was dinner. We got pizza. And not just any pizza: Uno's. Deep dish. Nom.

So I had a bit much of pizza. I didn't eat anything else for the rest of the night though.

And I apologize for this being primarily a food report, I can totally see where this is just, out-of-your-mind boring, but again, it was just an emotionally exhausting day.

On a slightly better and completely unrelated note: I now have a fish on my room, and am kinda glad that I have a little dinkus to nurture and take care of. Kinda feeds my "oh-my-god-wanna-be-a-mom-but-can't-yet" needs. The poor little guy actually is my brother's, and was in a tank with two other fish, but for some reason, his fins are all torn to hell. I still don't know if it's something called fin-rot or if it's because one of the fish attacked him, but I felt bad. So, now he's up in my room, all safe from harm, in his own 5 gallon tank, and getting love and medication every day.

My little fishy-baby, so cute, giving me some emotional stability. Sad, but true. :)

Tomorrow is yet another day of insanity. Long day of classes, and other crap, so not looking forward to that. Definitely looking forward to the weekend though. Definitely. Praying for sun so I can go out for a walk again.

Oh. And I did it. I stepped on my scale today: 164. A number I'm actually very happy to be seeing again. :)