Today is the first day of the rest of my life.

I sit here at my apartment in West Lafayette, the sound of 1998’s movie “Psycho” can be heard from the living room. It is just after midnight on the morning of Saturday October 3rd, 2009.

My alarm went off at 4:45am Friday morning, and I was at work by 6:45am. For once I actually had breakfast at home before heading to work. I had a Jimmy Dean sausage biscuit, which satisfies the requirements that my nutritionist has advised for breakfast (Protein & Carb, together).

Work was intersting, as we had a party of 70 that ordered a buffet style lunch with trays of Meats, cheeses, vegetables, fruit, and cookies. My students and I spent the morning preparing the trays and we were actually done fairly early. For lunch, I made a sample of the normal weekly special (Penne alla Vodka), which they would have worked on if we did not have the party. In addition, their lunch consisted of individual pizza’s, salad, and fruit salad. For me, I had a meat pizza and a spoonful of the Penne Vodka.

After class was completed at 120pm, I rested (i.e. napped) in the TA office, and then went to class at 230pm. We had a guest lecture from Dr. Lalopa about green technology in hospitality, which was facinating. I actually stayed awake for the entier lecture.

At 330pm, I headed home, where I had a leftover taco salad from Taco Bell. I watched a little NCIS until I fell asleep on the couch (about 6pm-ish), then went and laid down in bed. I was awoken around 9pm when my roommates arrived home from a fraternity social gathering. I realized I had not taken my nightly medicine, so I made a bologna and cheese sandwhich, since I have to take the medicine with food.

That leads us to where I am now, writing this blog.

Yesterday, I met with a Nutritionist and a Psychiatrist at PUSH. Suffice to say, I have discovered a great deal about my eating habbits and why I eat and behave about food the way that I do.

For now, I want to thank my roommates/fraternity brothers for offering to help me through this time as I work through my food issues.