So I brought my lunch to work today, then my kinder crew all wanted to go to Red Robin. I ate my sandwich and carrots before we went, then had a cup of chicken tortilla soup, no sour cream, at the restaurant. Right as the soup came, my sister in L.A. calls, all worked up and saying my mom (who lives 20 minutes from me) needs to go to the emergency room. I still had a meeting to go to, and my classroom to clean up, and prep to do for the week after the break. I called my brother, and he said he would check on mom, but then I'm really worried. I think I ate half a bag of robins' eggs during the meeting. I left work early (so I have to go in during the break) and zipped over to my mom's house. She's fine. She had a disagreement with her caregiver, and went into a depression, but they talked it out and she's doing better. By the time I got home, I was so frustrated and wrung out, I bought a pizza for dinner.

I ate 1/4 of a large pizza.
Now I'm going to try to haul my draggin' buns onto the exercise bike. I have a very bad feeling about weigh-in tomorrow.