-When you're a child, your parent forces you to finish your vegetables because "they're good for you".
-When you're an adult you buy vegetables because they're "good for you" but YOU force yourself to eat them before they rot because they cost money and you already bought the next batch.
#MaybeItsJustMe
- I'm trying to finish celery and baby carrots (with hummus). Just bought a cucumber, green pepper, corn on the cob. Sometimes I bore myself. But I limit cooking, so this is what I get.
- I'm more fruity than veggie. I'm more sweet than salty, but yeah, I keep a balance.
Wednesday, July 24, 2013
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Lunch as a Spectator Sport
Here is the notice I posted yesterday to my social network chums about my lunch:
Here are my thoughts today.
Day 2 of eating a salad composed of "stuff in my fridge that I eat so it doesn't rot and I don't starve". Again: Spinach Leaves, sliced tomato, Persian cucumber, and strawberries. A co-worker walked around in the break room, studying my salad from every angle like it was some unknown creature break-dancing on the countertop. She asked me what kind of dressing I put on it. I said none and she conceded: "Oh just the juices from the tomato, huh?" Uh... sure. (it is kinda slimy, so I suppose that's kind of a dressing.)
1) Just b/c I eat healthy (sometimes) doesn't mean that's why I'm small. I'm small because of genetics and metabolism. Don't hate me for my size and don't congratulate me on 'eating so well'. I have a huge pack of ramen on standby. It is what it is. Some people live to eat. I usually eat so my blood sugar doesn't drop and I don't start shaking like a salt shaker all over the place.
2) I am not a health guru, so no need to take notes from my meals. Even when I throw out convincing phrases like "the sweetness of the strawberries counteracts the bitter spinach leaves".
3) If I have a salad composed of things that grow in nature, it's not necessary to throw 'dressing' on it. I'm not even sure what dressing really is and plus, I have 4 food items in my salad. That's a lot of flavor on its own... why throw processed gunk in there?
4) Why does eating at work have to be so complicated? Everyone comments on your lunch like they are commenting on the weather. I just wanna eat so I don't die, yo. And then I'm gonna go out in whatever weather we've got today, not caring what the meteorologists say will happen later this week. I know these topics are deemed "safe", but they get rather trite. I DO remember once truthfully answering "not good" when asked how a recent holiday had gone. MWAHAHAHAHA The next time they asked, they remembered to really give a crap about the answer ;)
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| Tragic, yet tasty. |
Day 2 of eating a salad composed of "stuff in my fridge that I eat so it doesn't rot and I don't starve". Again: Spinach Leaves, sliced tomato, Persian cucumber, and strawberries. A co-worker walked around in the break room, studying my salad from every angle like it was some unknown creature break-dancing on the countertop. She asked me what kind of dressing I put on it. I said none and she conceded: "Oh just the juices from the tomato, huh?" Uh... sure. (it is kinda slimy, so I suppose that's kind of a dressing.)
1) Just b/c I eat healthy (sometimes) doesn't mean that's why I'm small. I'm small because of genetics and metabolism. Don't hate me for my size and don't congratulate me on 'eating so well'. I have a huge pack of ramen on standby. It is what it is. Some people live to eat. I usually eat so my blood sugar doesn't drop and I don't start shaking like a salt shaker all over the place.
2) I am not a health guru, so no need to take notes from my meals. Even when I throw out convincing phrases like "the sweetness of the strawberries counteracts the bitter spinach leaves".
3) If I have a salad composed of things that grow in nature, it's not necessary to throw 'dressing' on it. I'm not even sure what dressing really is and plus, I have 4 food items in my salad. That's a lot of flavor on its own... why throw processed gunk in there?
4) Why does eating at work have to be so complicated? Everyone comments on your lunch like they are commenting on the weather. I just wanna eat so I don't die, yo. And then I'm gonna go out in whatever weather we've got today, not caring what the meteorologists say will happen later this week. I know these topics are deemed "safe", but they get rather trite. I DO remember once truthfully answering "not good" when asked how a recent holiday had gone. MWAHAHAHAHA The next time they asked, they remembered to really give a crap about the answer ;)
Friday, January 4, 2013
My Morning Brain is a Wasteland of EVIL
(First post in over a year? I know I had some funny thoughts in 2012... Didn't I?)
Sometimes, I realize how terrible my brain can be in the morning and it's a good thing I live by myself or I could be doing some serious damage to my relationships. I think part of the problem is in order to prevent myself from hitting the snooze button and curling back into bed, I try to engage my brain by reading Facebook posts on my phone. BAD IDEA. WORST IDEA EVER.
My Morning Brain hates life, humanity and everything involved in having an opinion that is stupid, wrong or ill-informed. My Morning Brain hates anyone who expresses anything remotely positive or happy go lucky. My Morning Brain will kill you all. It probably doesn't help that I'm ill and I'm sure this affects my Morning Brain slightly.
But here is an alteration to Psalm 23 to let you know how much my Morning Brain hates life:
Sometimes, I realize how terrible my brain can be in the morning and it's a good thing I live by myself or I could be doing some serious damage to my relationships. I think part of the problem is in order to prevent myself from hitting the snooze button and curling back into bed, I try to engage my brain by reading Facebook posts on my phone. BAD IDEA. WORST IDEA EVER.
My Morning Brain hates life, humanity and everything involved in having an opinion that is stupid, wrong or ill-informed. My Morning Brain hates anyone who expresses anything remotely positive or happy go lucky. My Morning Brain will kill you all. It probably doesn't help that I'm ill and I'm sure this affects my Morning Brain slightly.
But here is an alteration to Psalm 23 to let you know how much my Morning Brain hates life:
The Bed is my Safe Place; I shall not leave.
Bed maketh me to lie down in comfy sheets:
Bed leadeth me to have crazy-ass dreams.
Bed restoreth my soul:
Bed leadeth me in the paths of sleepiness for Bed name' sake.
Bed maketh me to lie down in comfy sheets:
Bed leadeth me to have crazy-ass dreams.
Bed restoreth my soul:
Bed leadeth me in the paths of sleepiness for Bed name' sake.
Yea, when I wake I'm the
valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil: For evil art with me;
With rod and my staff, I'll beat you down.
Friends posteth stupid shit on facebook and thus becometh mine enemies;
Facebook was a bad idea; It's Mahjong from now on.
I will fear no evil: For evil art with me;
With rod and my staff, I'll beat you down.
Friends posteth stupid shit on facebook and thus becometh mine enemies;
Facebook was a bad idea; It's Mahjong from now on.
Surely sleeptime and dreams shall follow me all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in my House in my Bed forever.
AMEN.
and I will dwell in my House in my Bed forever.
AMEN.
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