So I'm sitting here uploading photos, trying to get all my travel food pics up-to-date. If yesterday's food blog was boring... well... I don't even know what to call today's! I barely had time to eat. Everything was on the run. I had my lovely lil spicy tuna roll again from Promelis. Also got their banana pudding. (Mainly because it travels well in a nice plastic cup), but it is actually pretty tasty too.
The point is, I ate sushi while driving to class. SO not something I like to do. I had the pudding in the library while trying to speed read. "Dinner" consisted of me standing and nervously munching on hors d'oeuvres at this presentation/fundraising thing at my university, while waiting to be questioned about my research project by all the people who our school's buildings are named after. Just a little intimidating. Conclusion:
Today: School 1/ Food 0
(I am mindlessly sipping organic orange juice from the carton as I type this. Half point for organic?)
Now about this dieting thing. I have this insatiably urge to diet. (Almost as insatiable as my sweet tooth, but not quite.) Everyone around me is beginning to talk about "swimsuit season." Last year, right around this time, I swore of dieting. Growing up in Orange County, dieting has been a significant part of my girlhood. I have known that "ice cream will go straight to your hips" since I was in 2nd grade. Since I have known how to count, I have been taught to count calories. This is sincerely no exaggeration. I vividly remember a girl in kindergarten announcing to us that she was "on a diet" and eating lowfat cottage cheese in her lunch because she wanted to be like her mommy. It seems I, or at least one of my friends is always on a diet. We've learned to call it "watching what I eat" or "eating healthy" now. It seems to be the trend; to not use the word "diet." But let's be real here, shall we? If you have a mental list of all the foods you will not touch due to calorie count, you're on a diet. (gasp)
So for the past year now I have completely boycotted the idea of dieting. Yes. That is the term I use because that is precisely how I feel about it. Boycott. It feels like a liberating act of rebellion. Like giving the middle finger to all the "health" (read: body image obsessed) magazines, all the hours wasted counting calories on the elliptical, all the panic over a few numbers on a scale. It feels amazing.
However...
This is not without consequences. my jeans are just a liiiiitle to tight around the waist for my liking. And I know I definitely don't feel as comfortable in a swimsuit as I did last summer. So what's a girl to do?
To say I love food is an understatement. There are few things in life I savor as much as a truly magnificent meal. (in case you are wondering, those other few would be good sex, a deep intellectual conversation, an amazing view, and the feeling of "namaste.")
I don't even enjoy eating as much as I enjoy TASTING. I can rarely finish my plate, but to limit myself to only specific tastes? That would just be a sin.
Plus, now I am finally getting a hang of this food blogging thing. And then what would I have to blog about?
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