6:30 a.m.

I used to be a night person. I worked graveyard and that fit my body clock well. I have always suffered from insomnia, at least as long as I can remember. Working graveyard cured my insomnia for several years. Now, no matter what I do during the day, and what time I go to bed, I always seem to be awake by 6:30 a.m. Sometimes I feel lucky to sleep soundly until then. So I weigh myself each morning, in my pajamas du noir. That means of the night for those of you unfamiliar with French.

I am at 263.5 lbs. Weekends are the hardest time to eat right followed closely by weekdays. My husband and I have had this deal since our children were small. I cook during the week, we eat out on Friday and he cooks on the weekends. He has a typical job outside the home, forty hours a week, Monday to Friday. I work full time as a mom (which would be a whole blog by itself)and part time as an Toddler teacher/caregiver in a teen parenting program (also blog material). When it is his night to cook I know he has the best of intentions, but we often end up eating out. Typically, he is busy and looses track of time and then clams it is too late or he is too tired to make diner. Sometimes when it is my night to cook, we also eat out. I like to eat out. I am actually pretty good at finding the low/healthy carb option that isn't too high in fat, but the problem is salt. It seems like no mater where we eat I wake up the next morning and am puffy faced.

The week ahead has challenges. There will be food at work because the school year is ending. I will be stressed because the certainty of employment is ending with the school year. Also, someone I love very much, my sister, is having surgery. Eating for me is rarely about the food. It is about filling the void created by stress and dpression. That is why my goal and this blog are in place. I want health. I want my family to be healthy. I want to go to New York and see a show. I need to set up my Tivo for the Tonys tonight.