I'm a little stressed lately. And when I get stressed, I eat. Seriously. If I see it, I eat it. That's how it is.
But, being at least reasonably self-aware, I know that means I can't have things like, oh, a pound of M&Ms sitting around. Or a bag of Oreos. Or a kilo of chocolate covered crack.
And so my fridge and my cupboards are fairly healthy. Or sparse. Depends on the day, the week, the moment.
So last night, as I was working and stressing here's what I ate, starting from when I got home to just before bed:
A bowl of pasta (with sauce)
Four granola bars (pumpkin spice flax, or some such thing)
Some really yummy muesli I brought back from England (very nutty, unlike me)
Half a watermelon (yes, a whole half. with salt.)
Roughly a pound of Brussel's sprouts (yes, a pound. with olive oil.)
Two spoons of honey (straight, on big spoons)
Next-day realization: Fiber content of aforementioned list? Alarmingly high.