Flakes are for corn

So for the better part of today I was hungry and stressed out (we have to move and the excitement about it wore off after a day of looking). I had a bowl of honey nut Joe's O's for breakfast and - lesson learned - that just does not keep me full.

I had some grilled chicken, toast and zucchini for lunch. I think I ate too much chicken (3 pieces) cause I was so hungry from an inadequate breakfast.

The exciting part came in the evening though when I first resisted John's temptation to get in on a 2 for $3 double bacon cheeseburger deal. THEN I made an awesome dinner consisting of a quinoa salad with red bell peppers, mushrooms, onions and zucchini along with grilled portabellas with this cilantro/soy/garlic marinade.

And then even more exciting than that, we met up with Erin for a little froyo in which I avoided any kind of topping and ordered a small. We had a great chat and Erin said something that made me so glad I'm not pretending this struggle is private anymore...

We were talking about my decision to go public and I said that it was scary cause what if I flaked? - then everyone would know! And then she says (in her brilliance), "Why would you flake? You wouldn't flake on me."

I very nearly teared up as she expanded on the need to treat ourselves with the same respect we treat our loved ones. Cause you know what? She's right. I wouldn't flake on her. I hate flaky people. So why am I allowing for even the possibility to flake out on myself?

Hooray for genius friends.