My girls and I are off to see a nutritionist tomorrow afternoon. As part of their annual physicals (and mine, it must be said), some attention was given to a plethora of potential problems: BMI, weight, height, blood chemistry, etc. Frankly, the picture isn’t all that fabulous for any of us (oh gall bladder, I’m looking at you). Now, it isn’t horrendous either (yet) — but I decided that we, the girls and I, would be proactive about acquiring good habits, sound nutrition, etc. I suppose it may be perceived as sexist, but I think it’s very true — teach a girl something and you can be sure it will be passed on to her family one day (or, to my current way of thinking, Husband and Sons). At any rate, in preparation for the visit to the nutritionist, she asked us to keep a casual list of the food choices we made this week. (And nice timing, me, to have to keep the list in the week of our vacation. Excellent planning.)
Forthwith, the items that have been put down my gullet during the week. The truth probably hurts — or at least causes heartburn:
And this is just the stuff I’ll admit to. Notice that it doesn’t include the good stuff, like the daily banana I had, or the giant salads I ate — you know the boring, healthy diet stuff. Where’s the interest in that?