A Watched Mango Never Ripens.Posted: May 6, 2010
Good.Ness. I’ve had two mangoes sitting out on my kitchen counter since Sunday and I’ve been waiting ever so impatiently twiddling my thumbs while they take their sweet time ripening. It’s become part of my morning routine… wake up, check my facebook, trod downstairs and grope the mangoes…
This morning one finally seemed good to go!
With oatmeal squares and almond milk. Such a happy breakfast.
I literally had fifteen minutes to make and consume lunch in between eighty BILLION errands and leaving for work, so I pulled together a basic wrap: whole wheat Flatout, Sabra roasted garlic hummus, a grilled zucchini and a grilled summer squash (ate the extras on the side), and a blend of mushrooms, artichoke hearts, and more garlic. I managed to construct it and scarf it with just enough time to brush the garlic outta my breath before heading out the door!
FOODIE BLOG MATH:
Post-run, I tried the Green Monster again. MUUUUCH BETTER!
Turns out it was the green smoothie add-in that was Funky with a capital W.T.F. – I switched that out for some chocolate Slimfast powder that I’m trying to use up and threw in a few handfuls of ice. I’m officially a convert. I guess the moral of the story is not to go switching up a recipe before you’ve even made it, no?
So. Hot topic for y’all.
About an hour ago, I got quite the sweet attack. Mind you, this happens to me nearly every night. I’m not hungry, just munchy, with a specific mind for something chocolate. For graduation, I received an Arnold Schwarzenneger sized jar of peanut butter M&Ms. Tonight, as I’ve done for the past several nights, I dipped into this jar and “treated myself” to a good two or three dozen pieces. As I caught myself hand-to-mouth, I realized that I was doing myself no good at all having them around, as I obviously have may-jah portion control issues, so I proceeded to bring the rest to the dumpster.
I seriously hate wasting anything, food included. Deep into my eating disorder, however, I would frequently pour lysol/bleach/perfume/etc…onto food so I literally could not continue to eat it. As I was walking the candy out to my dumpster, I couldn’t help but wonder if what I was doing was reverting back to eating disordered impulses. What I did with the bleach over dinner was at a point where I was depriving myself of more than a few bites of basic meals, but I felt that in tonight’s case, where I was properly fed and simply mindlessly eating, this food destruction was a horse of a different color entirely.
What would you have done? If you do not trust yourself with portion control, would you/have you physically removed food(s) from your presence to keep yourself from mindlessly and unnecessarily munching? Do you find this to be an unhealthy practice when it comes to “treat” or “splurge” food?