Coffee Is Food, Right?

Well, here I am ... sitting at my desk with the sun beating down on my back. It's about 50 degrees outside and I'm sweating my ass off in here. I'm trying to decide if I should:
1. Go eat a salad
2. Try and make the Yoga class in the gym downstairs
3. Screw it and go eat a gi-normous burrito

This is what happens when I only have coffee for breakfast. Which is like, everyday. I just can't seem to figure out how to get up, spend some time with my child before Claudia arrives (love and guilt all mixed up into one), get my tired ass in the shower and try and make it into my hotbox of an office at a decent hour while finding a moment to eat breakfast. (BTW - A decent hour before kids was 8:30, now I shoot for 9:15 and usually miss. Sad...)

I hate to admit it, but some mornings I fantasize about chips and salsa, refried beans and melted cheese. Even if my stomach hurts from just having coffee. I can't fight the power of mexican food. I can't! I won't!

Also worthy of noting, I look tired again. My two week holiday is dead to me. I don't sleep well again - stress from work combined with hoping I spend enough time with my child - and its taking a toll. My skin looks sallow (I'm not even sure of what that word means, but it sounds serious and this is serious business). I have rings under my eyes and this morning I noticed that my roots are showing and that I now have grey hair. What the hell.

Side Bar -- My husband has just lost almost 15 pounds since Jan.1st. he is working out every night with some Navy Seal-type workout DVD's. This makes me feel even more tired.

I seriously need to get it together. But first, I need some mexican food.