Music: Walk the Moon – “Shut Up and Dance”
I’m happy to report that the food database got finished late last night. I even added some extra entries for the food items I’ve eaten recently that didn’t already have entries. There are a few restaurants that came to mind where we eat now that I didn’t have documented. So, while the initial database is finished, it’ll always be a living document prone to change it seems. My work is never done.
I improved the food log this morning, but it’s still not right. Today I have to enter my weight and food on two different tabs, but I’d prefer it if I only had one place to enter everything. That doesn’t sound all that hard until you look at everything I’m tracking and the amount. It’s too complex for a simple one-sheet entry. I need it to be both a monthly tracker and a daily tracker, capable of individual line items for each meal and weigh in. So far, I’ve not seen such a tracker online that I can use as inspiration.
I had a similar issue with my writing log, but I eventually figured out a format after several years of refining what I wanted to track and how. Maybe I should look to it for inspiration? It’s a complex tracker in its own right, complete with all kinds of metrics. I fear the food and weight version will be even more complex. I’ll keep mulling it over in my head and see if I can come up with something. Thankfully, what I currently have does the job for the time being.
My wife’s anxiety issues reared its ugly head yesterday, more than usual. She’s had a lot more bad days than good days lately. It puts a strain on our relationship and how the house functions. I’ve always seen marriage as a 50/50 partnership. But what happens when you can no longer depend on your significant other to handle their half? That’s where we’re at. She hates it as much as I do. It used to be us against the world, together, but more and more lately it feels like it’s just me against the world, alone. That’s a lot to have on my shoulders.
It’s no wonder my hair is getting more and more glitter as time goes on — damn fairies.