What he's obsessed with. What I'm obsessed with.

Him: Working.

Photo from here.

Me: The YSL Arty ring.  Aren't my needs so much simpler?

What he ate: Honey Nut Cheerios and a latte.  What I ate: Green juice (Romaine, Celery, Cucumber, Green Apple, Spinach, Kale, Parsley, Lemon)  Blech!
Stupid cleanse.

Because I'm a masochist, I am on a 3-day juice cleanse and my husband is on a 3-day binge.  At least that's what it feels like from this side.  But, if a juice cleanse is good enough for SJP, it's good enough for me.  Not much of interest to post on my end for awhile, but here's a peek in my fridge.

What he ate: Chicken Parmesan and Beck's beer.  What I ate: Sauteed portobello with salsa and fat-free sour cream in a whole wheat tortilla.  I start a juice cleanse today and should have eliminated all dairy by dinner last night... Fail.

What she ate. It's not bad to feed your dog human food, right?

What he ate: chocolate chip pancakes and a cappucino     What I ate: 1/2 sliced apple with low-fat peanut butter and green tea

Why?

Why bother documenting something as mundane as what he ate, what I ate?  Allow me to outline the reasons.

1.  I'm a narcissist and I assume that people care about even the most boring details of my life.
2.  My husband has either a) a secret second family or b) the most intense job in the world, I haven't figured out which yet.  It's Sunday night and he's on a conference call after having been in "his office" all day.  Either way, I spend lots of time solo and I need something to occupy my time.
3. For proof and documentation of the circus freak that is my husband.  He eats like a linebacker, but has not seen the inside of a gym in years and somehow maintains the exact same weight as on the first day of his freshman year in college.  It's not right.
4.  As a way of reminding myself that never, ever under any circumstances should what he ate and what i ate be the same thing.