Some days are crazy-no-rest-for-the-weary-hectic from the moment my feet hit the floor (or the cat, if he is stupid enough to sleep in the wrong place on the floor) to the moment I collapse into bed.  I realize I am not alone in this.  I have no illusions that I am somehow more pathetically busy than anyone else out there. And that craziness often ends up dictating my eating habits more than I’d like.  I’ll confess, I don’t mind going to McDonald’s for Breakfast on busy busy days.  I’ve even been known to beg pathetically at 11:00am if they could just give me their left over breakfast items, even though its lunch time.  It usually works.  The eggs are oddly textured by then, but I like an adventure every now and again.

Today, in my manic, ADD, Type A personality, over-achiever mode (which apparently happens after a day of binge-eating…