I'm up by 6 a.m. most mornings, and it's off to the races getting my three kids (ages 17, 13 and 9) organized. While they devour stuff that I'd like to eat every day--like French toast, pancakes and waffles--I'll either have cereal with fruit or an egg-white omelet with cottage cheese, vegetables and Parmesan cheese, and a thick slice of seven-grain bread, spread with a generous spoonful of chunky peanut butter.
By 10:30 a.m., if I'm still at home, I will dip into a bowl of Greek nonfat yogurt with blueberries and a little bit of granola mixed in. If I'm on the run, I'll just eat a handful of almonds.
I usually eat lunch at the company cafeteria, which overlooks New York's Columbus Circle. I make a huge salad from the salad bar with chicken, vegetables and tofu. Sunflower seeds are my frosting.
I'm a true grazer, and I eat every couple of hours to keep my energy up. My desk is always stocked with jars of trail mix, almonds, peanut butter, wasabi peas and popcorn.
Since dinner falls during my shift (we go live at 8 p.m.), I eat lots of takeout. I'm not quite organized enough--nor talented enough in the kitchen--to bring food from home.
I rotate my favorite neighborhood eateries: diners, Chinese, Mexican and Vietnamese restaurants. One of my staples is a turkey burger smothered with grilled onions. By the time I get home from work, it's 9:30 p.m. and I'm nearly 16 hours into my day. I have oatmeal or yogurt with fruit. By now, I've also tried to drink at least eight bottles of water. As for my moments of weakness, I'm addicted to anything salty, like chips and guacamole or honey-roasted peanuts (especially the kind from street carts). I try to eat healthfully, because if there is one lesson I've learned in this business, it's that I will never have a predictable day at work.