Sometimes I’m surprised at how little I can eat

Yesterday was a tough day at work. Got in at a normal time, worked hard with a visitor from the US, and ended the day in overtime with a teleconference that went an additional hour over its scheduled time. Geez, I sound like a bad sports announcer: “Boss scores 8 points in a double overtime reorganization announcement, but rainbow replies, earning a 3 pointer with a quick snap question of “What makes management think we’re going to get to a billion dollars when our processes aren’t even stable?”

Back in the dugout after the game, rainbow can’t stop the trash talk.

“Sure, you can do anything when you have naive ideas and an endless supply of inexhaustable labor.”
“The journey to a billion dollars sometimes ends very, very bankrupt.”
“New management, same mistakes.”

Excuse me, I seem to have forgotten my hunger.

So I came home late, exhausted and slightly discouraged. DH took pity on me and heated the soup I cooked yesterday, plain vegetable soup that I was going to either make into a veggie-rich chicken casserole, or cook up some chicken breast and some cornbread. At first, I couldn’t believe that soup was a sufficient dinner, but the one bowl really satisfied me. I didn’t even eat any bread with it. Later, as I was fixing Hawaii toast for my sick kid, I ate a bit of cheese, but that was it. Both lunch and dinner that day were simply soup, and I wasn’t even hungry at the end of the day. Even breakfast had been lighter than normal.

Just another day of normal eating, I suppose.