Something happened to me today.
I got excited about my snack. My HEALTHY snack.
And not just “yummy” excited. Blissfully-don’t-bother-me-right-now-excited.
I closed my bedroom door and put on my favorite music and just enjoyed my
snack.
I think I may have been replaced in the night. I hate
healthy food. Or I guess I should say hated. I usually avoid it. Whenever I
read a low-cal recipe with soy-anything in it, I immediately move on. A friend posted
on pinterest about using cucumbers as crackers and I got a little grossed out.
I have been known to eat dessert AS A MEAL. I’ve also been
known to say things like “there’s always room for ice-cream (my ALL time
favorite dessert)—it just fits into all the crevices in your tummy.” I always
choose full-fat versions of stuff, because—get this—I CAN TASTE THE DIFFERENCE
and it bothers me. And even if I can’t taste it, I say crap like, “well,
whatever they put in there to make it taste the same can’t be good for you.”