1:30 pm: ½ marshmallow ghost Elliot foisted into my mouth, several handfuls of cheese nips I ate on the way home from church while lecturing Ethan on his misbehavior in church. I was hungry, but certainly hardly aware of what or how much I was eating I was so angry. Hmmm, emotional eating?

2pm: 1 black bean patty on a tortilla with raspberry chipotle sauce and cheese. Yummy snack/lunch.

That makes 2 protein, 2 starch, plus all the starch from the cheese nips.

3:45pm: 1 mini mounds from Elliot’s Halloween bucket . . . I justify that with the fact that he doesn’t need the sweets and doesn’t appreciate chocolate anyway. And “I need” some chocolate right now. Hmmmm, rationalization of emotional eating? I should be a food psychologist. Look out Dr. Phil.

5:30pm: 1.5 pork chops with onions and bbq sauce, 1.5 C rice, 2/3 c broccoli.

That takes us to about 2 protein, 4 starch--just what I'm allotted for dinner. Although I should really use a measuring cup for things like rice--it was probably more like 2 c. The thought of measuring my food conjures up images of all the diets I was on as a child . . . Dear Dr. Phil . . .

6:45 pm: Am I the only one out there that can’t seem to clean up dinner without munching on the leftovers? Someone once suggested you spray the kids leftover plates with window cleaner to avoid picking at it. That seems a bit drastic. And what about leftovers in the serving dish? Do you spray that too? That’s what I pick at the most. Case in point, I just ate another cup of rice with BBQ sauce . . . then topped it off with a mini crunch bar from Elliot’s Halloween basket. I’m stressed right now. Yup, you guessed it again Doc, emotional eating.

10pm: 1 c rice, 1 pork chop w/bbq sauce. I have a weakness for leftovers. I was hungry though, and am allotted 2 p 2 s snack if needed, so I did alright.