Breakfast was toast with peanut butter and sliced banana, because the banana was on its last leg before transitioning from ripe to ewww. It was a tasty start to the day.
Work launched headlong into busy. Before long, there was a stress baseline, and mid-afternoon, my jaw hurt from the
stupid stress thing where I clench it, but don’t know I’m clenching it until
suddenly it hurts. Four hours after the workday ended, it still hurt. This is why I have the super sexy night guard. This is why I need a massage.
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| Back in the salad again. |
The way to trick myself into salad is to
have the lettuce visible, so this week, the big clear box container is on the
shelf instead of hidden away in the produce drawer. When on the prowl for lunch, I saw the lettuce, strategically placed where my gaze lands after opening the refrigerator door and was tricked into wanting to be back in the salad again.
Supper, much like breakfast, was dictated by a ripeness situation. The avocado
that had been sitting a bowl for days in a “not yet” state, was suddenly ripe and ready,
teetering on the edge of the five-second window before crossing into too far gone.
That meant guacamole for supper, which required a trip to the store for corn chips.
The other avocado had been eaten without chips a couple days earlier, and the
whole time I was thinking how much better it would be with the crunch and salt
of tortilla chips.
Of course, the day’s guilt free lunch salad was offset by
ice cream. Twice. The second bowl emptied a container and made room in the freezer
for something that doesn’t exist yet, but it still seemed like solid reasoning. And you know what never has a ripeness problem? Frozen egg rolls, frozen leftover pizza, and ramen. Much less stressful.
And I wondered why my warm weather cropped pants fit like a
sausage skin today. Actually, there was no wondering at all. We all know damn
well why and it has lot to do with things like pizza, ice cream, and “relaxing”
on the couch.
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