Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Happy St. Patrick's Day! No Guinness or green beer for me this year, but God knows that I've celebrated enough on St. Patty's days past to warrant taking a year off.
It's been all Hollywood and fashion and cryptic poems around here lately. I've been pretty busy stalking vampires, but maybe it's time to catch up a little.
I decided a little over a week ago that my diet needed a major overhaul. Sitting next to Alfred aka "The Candyman" at work for the last couple months had made it all too easy for me to completely abandon healthy eating in favour of serious afternoon sugar binges. His drawers are full of everything from sour keys and gummies to chocolate bars, mini eggs, Nibs, chips (and basically anything else junky that you can imagine.) He re-stocks weekly, so there's never any shortage of calories to go around. I didn't even realize how bad I was getting. It was hard to resist scarfing down treats on a stressful afternoon when I was close to crashing. However, my dependency on Reese products was starting to really get out of hand and something had to be done. I had to launch an intervention with myself. There's only one way to do it: cold turkey. I had to completely quit grazing in Alfred's drawers. Let me tell you, it hasn't been easy. He still tries to torment me by opening up packs of gummy coke bottles and wafting the scent of them towards my desk. He also hosts afternoon gatherings with my coworkers who all stand next to my desk shoveling candy into their mouths in front of my face. Whatever, I can take it. I haven't even cheated once.
The new rules are stuck on my fridge. It's simple. It's healthy. I'm wearing my hunger like a badge of honour. I'm serious. Vegetables are a good thing.
The best part? Wanting to eat healthy has pushed me to prepare my own meals. That's right! I've been COOKING! I know, I know...those that know me know how truly amazing that is. You see, up until very recently, I thought that the only thing I was capable of making in the kitchen was a mess. Turns out, I can make some pretty yummy dishes. Now, I'm having so much fun planning my little meals and coming home to cook them every night. Look at me, I'm becoming an adult. Tonight I whipped up a tasty pasta dish. No big deal.