Eat Right Terrified

We are supposed to eat "right" to stay healthy, I get it. Trouble is, on bad days, and by that I mean anxiety-riddled days, the ones that come when there's something BAD going on, I don't want to eat at all. (Or if I do, it's mostly ice cream).

I should have liked to have a great breakfast (fruit, whole wheat toast and oatmeal)? Lunch should have been tuna salad and cukes and then dinner, I don't know, salmon or chicken with broccoli or string beans? Plus the hardest one for me: 24 ounces water and 24 ounces almond milk.

Instead: a half nectarine breakfast. Skipping lunch. Burger for dinner and hardly any water or almond milk.

I'm doing whatever I can to make things worse, but-- it's really, really hard to concentrate on eating when my life feels like it's breaking apart. A few weeks ago, everything I expected about my life (work life) turned over, and I don't yet know where it's going to land or mainly, where I'M going to land. 

The support system I thought I had work has mostly evaporated, too, making it a lot more like Anxiety-ville than I needed (especially with a book coming out).

So. Nutrition. Yeah. 

I think there are just those days when you have to make yourself eat right (and sleep right). Do I even mention exercise? Yes, since walking is something I love. So. Note to self: Make yourself drink the water and milk. You'll thank yourself for that some day.

And. Give yourself permission for burgers and ice cream. At least once a month.

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