I ate all three meals and had chocolate and cookies in between each meal. The food did not stick going down, for once.
I felt no guilt while I was eating today. I enjoyed the food. I still feel no guilt over it.
I stayed at work 30 minutes past the time my manager said we could all go home (to avoid the bad weather) because I wanted 30 minutes to myself. I preferred surfing to rushing home and having an extra half hour with Houdini.
I watched an hour of America's Next Top Model reruns, followed by a rerun of R. Kelly's Urban Opera: Chapters 6-8, while Houdini slept, and considered that time well spent.
I chose to watch those programs over reading the book I've been [supposedly] reading for the last month.
I watched 15 minutes of The Truman Show and teared up. I actually found the music moving.
I don't care how much Houdini ate or drank today, just that he was happy and played well.
(Only one of these is a lie, and yet I am not in the least bit embarrassed by that.)
