Food, as I've mentioned before, is very important to me. For years and years I had to have a backseat full of snacks for any road trip over three hours. We quit that habit a couple of years ago when we discovered that eating so frequently sent Jack into hiatal hernia hell and he spent the ride from Nebraska home thinking he was about to die.
Apparently, some other habits have changed as well. I looked at our cupboards tonight and it hit me: I've become the house I hated. As a teenage babysitter I ranked my favorite families by the quality of their food selection. The chocolate ice cream house was the best. The grape popsicle house was OK. The organic cookie house was not very much fun at all, and the house I liked least was completely devoid of anything worth eating.
Kind of like mine is now.
In the fridge the offerings include a pile of tupperware containing the following masses of leftovers: misir watt (lentils), brown rice, black beans, baked beans with potatoes, red cabbage and pork chops;
eggs, condiments, peanut butter, meat, peppers, spinach, milk and V8.
In the cupboard, it gets worse. There is popcorn, which is promising, but not microwave popcorn. You'd have to know how to actually pop it on the stove. There are cans of beans, bulk arborio rice, a can of tuna, bulk tamari almonds, sesame oil and sardines.
My inner 16-year-old cringes. My current-age self is oh-so-satisfied.
PS: God is very good to me. I spent two weeks eating three dinners and therefore, lost no weight. The day after aerobics started, poof there went 2 pounds. A week later, another 2. Yahoo!!
Apparently, some other habits have changed as well. I looked at our cupboards tonight and it hit me: I've become the house I hated. As a teenage babysitter I ranked my favorite families by the quality of their food selection. The chocolate ice cream house was the best. The grape popsicle house was OK. The organic cookie house was not very much fun at all, and the house I liked least was completely devoid of anything worth eating.
Kind of like mine is now.
In the fridge the offerings include a pile of tupperware containing the following masses of leftovers: misir watt (lentils), brown rice, black beans, baked beans with potatoes, red cabbage and pork chops;
eggs, condiments, peanut butter, meat, peppers, spinach, milk and V8.
In the cupboard, it gets worse. There is popcorn, which is promising, but not microwave popcorn. You'd have to know how to actually pop it on the stove. There are cans of beans, bulk arborio rice, a can of tuna, bulk tamari almonds, sesame oil and sardines.
My inner 16-year-old cringes. My current-age self is oh-so-satisfied.
PS: God is very good to me. I spent two weeks eating three dinners and therefore, lost no weight. The day after aerobics started, poof there went 2 pounds. A week later, another 2. Yahoo!!
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