I think I cheated. I convinced myself that popcorn popped on the stove was ok... Because I can have corn and oil. And because I am feeling a little blegh.
Do you ever have one of those days where even though you try, it still isn't enough? Those days where you run errands on your lunch, stay at work a little late to get things done, care for the dogs, make dinner while holding your baby, feed your daughter, eat standing up, unload the dishwasher, attend to your baby, give her a bath, play silly games, answer "what's that", wrestle her to get jammies and a diaper on, care for her raw rashy heiny, read books, pick up the cabinet contents that were emptied on the floor... And it still isn't enough?
And now you feel a little down. And so you make excuses... And instead of feeling better...you end up disappointing yourself too.