Plan D Day 32

Well, that was a mess. I lost my s**t over a grilled cheese sandwich last night. Thursdays are interesting time management challenges because we have karate from 6-8 PM. Tuesday we should go but it’s often too much for the youngest family member.

So I’m making early dinner and one of my two frying pans is old and screwed up and it wrecks one of two sandwiches. I lose my temper, scare the kids and make another one in the better frying pan. Then I figure since I don’t have a lot of food for myself (low on supplies) I take the mangled grilled cheese sandwich, and heat it up and I eat it.

Then of course I’m pissed off because I ate wheat. Never underestimate the power of being raised in a context of making sure you don’t waste food. I can’t imagine what my parents went through being raised by people who survived the Great Depression.

For context (no excuses) I was in singular pain yesterday from the kettle bell workouts (classic 48-hour recovery period) and was forcing myself (and my kids) to go to karate.