I made bad choices today. I ate too much, and the wrong things. I procrastinated for half the day and now I'm staying up late finishing my work. Anxiety eating and work procrastination are probably my worst habits and they often go hand in hand. When I'm handed a daunting task, you'll find me at my desk, my papers spread out in front of me. I start thinking about my work, panic, and spend the next half hour mainlining chocolate and surfing the web to distract myself until I calm down enough to think about work again. This process repeats, sometimes for hours. 

Since I wasn't getting anything done in the office, I left in time to join JW and K for dinner at the local diner. K loves eating out and is well-behaved at restaurants, but I have to admit he is all about the children's menu -- to him, eating out means a chance to have mac and cheese and french fries and juice. We continue to try exposing him to different foods, but he is definitely not one of those kids I always hear about who can't get enough kimchi and kale. In fact, he won't even eat most of the items on the kids' menu. I keep telling him, and telling myself, that it's normal to start liking more foods as you get older. He nods and says, "When I'm five, I'll like sauce. Or maybe eight."