Jason asked me tonight, with the no offense preface, why I don't eat healthy anymore? He went on to qualify, "Remember when we met? You didn't even eat after 8:00 and you exercised almost every day." I responded, "Is this about the hamburger I ordered for dinner?"

Yeah I remember those days. Back when I worked to have balance. I knew it wasn't about the burger. I looked around from my seat next to Jason on the love seat--the only couch we own. Dirty dishes still cluttering the sink. Scriptures untouched on the shelf. Laundry (returned folded from cleaner) still in its plastic bag. Hmmm...

The only solution I can come up with--get to being a house wife before I forget the little bits of domestic goodness that my mother subtly instilled in us. Subtly? Yes, silently modeling while maintaining that her daughters wait to marry until we graduated college, lived alone, and supported ourselves. Advice I'm glad I took. Work (with my calling a very close second) take up the majority of my time. Cleaning-forget it. Cooking--haha, when? I'm happy with bag of popcorn or a snickers bar for dinner. Exercise--maybe when its warm. Personal development? I'm lucky to keep up with personal hygiene. Life is not feeling very orderly.

Now I just need to find the connection between healthy eating and ending my career to be a childless housewife.