All I want to do is eat. I have been blowing it at different times of the day, sometimes daytime at work, sometimes at lunch, and sometimes in the evening at home. When I'm good at one part of the day, then I blow it at another.

I think the fall weather and low sun has something to do with it. I always find that I want to eat more in the winter. That's when I gained most of my weight. I wonder how I can combat that. I know light is supposed to help, but that is a little impractical. Keeping busy with knitting and stuff is another good one, and of course exercise.

I was all set to go to the gym last night. I go on the way home from work. Then a rep asked me to drop something off on my way home and I said "yes" forgetting that I was going to go to the gym. It was for a store that closed at five and when I remembered I wasn't going to go home, the rep had already left. So, I got out of work early to do the delivery and as I was walking out to the car, my Father called saying that my mother was really sick and I should come over. My father said she was in pain and wouldn't eat. When it rains, it pours! (I wasn't especially sad about missing the gym, but it does help with the mood and overeating.)

When I got to my parents house, my Mom was acting a little funny but she didn't seem to be in any pain. She sleeps a lot these days and was kind of sleeping in a chair but listening.
I checked her all over and she seemed okay. No fever. No pain. No bruises. Pulse was strong. She has Alzheimer's and it's hard to tell when something is wrong. But I am sure she would be screaming if she was in real pain. I think she was just having one of her moments. I sat with her for a while and talked and she came out of her drowsy state. I read her poems and she really liked that. The poetry seems to reach a part of her brain that can still understand. (No one else in the family "gets it", except me. I am the only girl around for her.) Pretty soon she was perky as can be and was ready to get up and have her dinner. She practically ran to the kitchen and was sitting there eating heartily when I left.

So of course it was late, and dinner wasn't ready and what did I do? Eat. I ate candy corn (which I shouldn't have bought), and too much french bread. My husband offered me a salad, but I am so sick of salads! I had asked him to throw a pot roast in the oven which I bought the day before, and he did, but it took forever and it wasn't very good. I am not use to eating that kind of heavy beef. I mostly eat chicken and fish. Ended up eating a bunch of potatoes too. Oh my. Now that I'm writing this, I think I need to be better prepared for both lunches and dinners. I need to have variety, variety, variety. The only way to do that is to be prepared. To look at recipes, plan ahead for the week (which I haven't been doing) and get the needed things in the house. I am going to set that as a goal for the next week and look for healthy substitutes for junk food for the rest of this week.