Not Oatmeal

That's what I've been thinking about today. The fact that for our weekly breakfast out I had 'not oatmeal.' I still check the menu if we go to a new restaurant before hand. And for some reason I thought I had seen this menu, but I remember now it was Skylark's I had looked at.

Skylark's had oatmeal. The Bistro on Magnolia, does not.

I frantically looked down the whole menu to find something 'safe.' I saw porridge, but right away the waitress came over to inform us that they were out of the porridge. (fuck).

The next 'safe' thing I found were the scrambles. The biscuits and gravy were out of the question, so I browsed the scrambles to find the one that didn't have meat. The mushroom and leek scramble was my best bet. It had goat cheese, which is better for me than say chedder or american.

Anywho, in a silent fit of anxiety I waited for my food. Thank god they were reasonably small portions, not like IHop or Denny's shit. It did come with a portion of hash browns and a piece of toast. I ate all of my food. I know that eggs are good for you and for a lot of people's blogs I read on eating disorders a lot of them would eat egg whites etc, so I was able to compromise in my crazy head.

I finished breakfast and tried to relax the rest of the day, which I could until I had to put on the dreaded work clothes. This is what I measure myself on most days. How the clothes fit. I feel like they hardly do or that it's completely different than the day before.

Work's been hard tonight, a lot of anxiety, tummy rubbing, loathing. I'm also trying to balance it with keeping busy, blogging, cleaning up files on my computer, doing all the tasks at work etc.

So, tomorrow is another day. It's going to be okay. I did notice that I was full literally all night from that breakfast. I didn't eat my Luna bar until 8:30 and that was just because I was bored.

Hopefully tomorrow's better!