Isn’t it amazing how easily we can revert back to old habits when given half a chance?  Scott was camping last night, and instead of cooking up some chicken and squash (simple and healthy) like I would if he happened to be home, I ate frozen pizza.  I actually stopped at the grocery store on the way home to get the pizza.  It probably took me more time to buy pizza than it would to grill a chicken breast.  But I loved that pizza.  And I loved it for lunch today, too. 

What’s more, I’m going to take this opportunity to slip back into a few other habits.  I’m planning to paint the downstairs bathroom tomorrow with very little planning for the project.  I might even eat cereal for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.  Classic Hannah. 

I’m thinking Wythe Blue or Palladian Blue for the bathroom:

I have no idea why spur of the moment decorating projects and junk food are my favorite bad habits, but they feel like such a good idea when I’m on my own.  Eating junk seems efficient when I’m alone, whereas it seems unhealthy when I’m with Scott.  Hmm.  There’s a moderately interesting psychology study in there somewhere.