Food

In spite of the earlier post about my breakfast sandwich, I really am not a food person. There are some people who really just adore food, who can't wait to taste the newest trend, or who just like what they like but like it a great deal.

I'm not one of those people.

I eat food to make myself feel better, literally. I mean, when my energy level is low, it's usually because I haven't eaten. If I'm cranky, it's because I haven't eaten. If I'm whiny, it's because I haven't eaten.

Yes, I'm one of those stand in the kitchen and whine "there's nothing to EAT" kind of people.

I like what I like, sure...and there are some things I'll eat till I puke (not literally)...shrimp, pepperoni pizza, turkey, steak, rice. Oh yes - noodles with marinara sauce and cheese!!!! Other things...not so much.

And eating too much makes me feel bad! When my clothes don't fit, or I get on the scale and see I've cracked my weight threshold, I don't want to eat. It's that simple. I like to be skinny, I have worked hard to be skinny, and damnit, I'm going to stay that way.

So a bacon, egg and cheese once every two months isn't the worst thing, is it? It's not like I'm eating a whole gallon of ice cream, or a whole bag of potato chips..if I snack I'm eating newtons, or carrots, or dry Cheerios.

Don't know why I'm writing this, to be honest. Just one of those food blogs that had to come out.