Anyone else feel like a hothouse flower? I feel like when I go anywhere, I hate all the food! Everything made with white flour, white rice, sugar everywhere, etc. I simply don't like those things anymore, and I don't think I ever did.
Well, not just that. Like, the LITTLE things that add up.
I went to a restaurant with my mom for lunch in our small town the other day. The salad bar was pathetic; iceberg, pasta salad, coleslaw, mangy looking tomatoes...the only things on it that appealed were cottage cheese, beets, and hard boiled egg. No go; though I would love that for lunch at home, I wouldn't pay $7.95 for it haha. So I finally settled on a salmon burger. It came with soup and potato chips. I won't turn down an occasional potato chip if it's good, but restaurant chips are always the nasty generic kind you'd never buy from the grocery store, so I said hold them. The soup was french onion. It was incredibly salty and had globs of oil floating on top. Again, I don't mind globs of oil from time to time, but it didn't seem to IMPROVE the soup any, so it was just icky. Then just, you know, there's no option to get a whole grain bun, of course. It came with "secret sauce," which I'm convinced is created by putting mayonnaise out in the sun. I asked for it on the side, and boy, it looked like it was about to get up and walk.
Today I went to a child's birthday party. The food (I ate beforehand but ended up being there/at the parent's house after for about 4 hours) was pizza, chocolate or banana cake, and superman ice cream. I knew the menu beforehand, so I was ready to fit greasy old pizza hut pizza into my day, but still...
I couldn't help thinking the entire time I ate pizza and cake...
I can't wait to get home and have a black bean veggie burger. I can't wait to get home and have blueberries in yogurt. I can't wait to get home and have some veggie lasagna.
I CAN'T WAIT TO GET HOME TO MY