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May 2 – Eating Plans

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Tell us how you wish you ate if it’s different from your day-to-day reality.

I would love to be the sort of person who could just wake up at stupid o’clock, go and do a workout at the gym, come home and make something ridiculously healthy like an egg-white omelette, then go to work, and have four or five small meals throughout the day, then come home to have a small meal before going to bed at 9pm and getting about nine or ten hours sleep.

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Daily Prompt: Born to Be With You

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Got a soul-mate and/or a best friend? What is it about that person that you love best? Describe them in great detail — leave no important quality out.

I know that when you’re in a relationship with somebody, there’s an expectation for you to write about them and explain how they are your soul mate and your best friend… but I don’t really want to do that… Don’t get me wrong, I could easily write about him, but I choose not too simply of of sheer defiance.

Instead, I’ll talk about my other soul mate – Crazy Cat Lady.

We have been working together for a few years now, and developed a great relationship / friendship. She’s one of those people who just gets me. If I turn up to work and she’s not there, then I feel rather depressed. Without her there, I have nobody to really talk to, or interact with. She’s the one that allows me to be neurotic and random. And I know that I do the same with her. I guess you could call it separation anxiety.

I’ve been away from work for the past week, and when I returned the other day, some of the other staff had commented how unhappy she had been feeling, and how much she had missed me. She is also just as random as I am, and when you’re so used to having that particular type of daily interaction with somebody, it’s something that helps get you through the day; it helps to subdue the rage; it’s something that we both look forward to, and also miss terribly when the other is not at work.

I found out today that Crazy Cat Lady has a few weeks of annual leave coming up, and it only really hit home this evening that she’s not going to be around. It’s undoubtedly going to be quite a hard few weeks to get through because I’ll have nobody to be random with. I’ll have nobody to talk gibberish too. I’ll have nobody to be neurotic with. I guess I can find solace in  knowing that although she’ll be away, she’ll still be checking her email, and she’ll continue to forward me links from her newsreader – usually videos about cats or something.

She really is one of my best friends, and I can’t imagine not having her in my life.

 

And if you’re reading this, Magoo, well golly, you’re the bees knees, and I think that you’re pretty swell. Now, how bout we have a giant cup of tea and three-hundred biscuits and talk about cats… and the salmon… in the Yemen… or you can just geeeeettttt oooouuutttt

😉

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Daily Prompt: Pour Some Sugar on Me

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What is your favorite sweet thing to eat? Bread pudding? Chocolate chip oatmeal cookies? A smooth and creamy piece of cheesecake? Tell us all about the anticipation and delight of eating your favorite dessert. Not into sweets? Tell us all about your weakness for that certain salty snack.

 

For people like me, who have a real severe sweet tooth, having to pick one, has the same dread as a parent having to pick their favourite child. How can I possibly pick my favourite sweet thing to eat??

There’s simply too many choices.

At this precise moment, I could totally murder a family-sized custard tart… or an entire cake – like a chocolate Swiss roll, or a butter cake, or like a half-dozen chocolate croissants. Or an entire packet of biscuits – I don’t really care what type of biscuits, just as long as I get to eat an entire packet (or three) of them.

I have a weakness when it comes to sweet things and desserts. And I mean major weankess!! I just can’t restrain myself. In my drawer at work, more specifically my bottom drawer, is where I keep most of my food – like all my crackers, and tins of tuna, and powdered soup packets… but I also have my rectangular plastic container.

In that container I usually have it filled with a few different sweet-snacky things. At the moment I have a few individual packets of low-calorie berry-flavoured biscuits – they’re new on the market, so I decided to try them. In every flavour.

I also have these small banana and choc-chip two-bite snack cake things. Naturally there was three different flavours when I first discovered them, so had to buy a box of each, and have also slowly eaten my way through those as well.

Not to mention the odd mini packet of flavoured Tim Tams… or the odd chocolate bar…

Oh and when one of the parents brings a chocolate fundraising box to work, I’m gladly donating money to that… simply because I can get giant Freddo Frogs and Caramello Koalas for a dollar… A WHOLE DOLLAR!!

I don’t actually think it really matters what the item is, as long as it’s sweet and there’s plenty of it, I’ll go to town with it. Block of chocolate… it’ll be all gone within minutes. I don’t seem to be able to restrain myself, or slow down to savour the flavour, or enjoy the moment… my brain will see a block of chocolate, an entire cake, a box of truffles etc as a challenge and say ‘Right. See all of that?? How fast can you get that into your belleh?? You’ve got a 5-minute time limit. If you can’t finish that whole thing within five minutes, then you’re nothing more than an embarrassment. And a failure. A completely embarrassing failure. You make me sick. What the fuck is wrong with you? What do you mean you don’t feel well?? How dare you let that stop you?! GET OUT OF MY SITE IMMEDIATELY!!’

When I was younger, it was even worse. I had something called ‘The Oprah Box’, which was stashed away within the depths of my wardrobe. It was a red square box, and it was always stocked with packets of biscuits and lollies and blocks of chocolate. And I mean always!. Sometimes I’d get home late at night from dancing, and if I was staying up late studying, I’d attack the box. If my homegirl B came over, we’d attack the box together. There was always something in it.

It amazes me how I don’t have diabetes already. God knows I was certainly on the right path to developing it. I think because I actually eat normal food the rest of the time, and it’s actually pretty healthy, plus the fact that I’m quite regularly active at the gym.

As I finish this post, I’m currently sitting in the food court of a city shopping centre… people around me are eating Mickey D’s and it smells so. damn. good. I just wanna go smash down a couple of burgers, but I have to go to the gym later on, and I simply can’t do it to myself.

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Daily Prompt: Karma Chameleon

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This just in: let’s pretend that science has proven that karma is a thing. Your words and actionswill influence what happens to you in the future. How (if at all) will you change your ways?

Let’s face it, as soon as you read the heading, this is exactly what went through your mind. It’s okay, you’re only human.

Now, raise your hand if you read the prompt and the first thing you thought of was

Again, I’m not surprised. Admittedly, I did the exact same thing. I really can’t help it due to constantly overhearing it being said, and having it said straight to my face whenever I’ve planned something… unsavoury.

Good ol’ Karma. That one theory that so many people believe in. Every now and then I find myself part of a conversation and somebody will either refer to not wanting to do X-action because they don’t want bad karma. Or on the flip side they believe that if they do something good, or do mutliple good things, then they will get a lot of good karma.

I’m a bit of a fence-sitter when it comes to this… sometimes I believe in it, and sometimes I don’t. It really just comes down to my emotional state at that precise point in time. Hmmm, it seems most things nowadays depend on my emotional state… :-/

I think generally speaking, overall I would say that I do actually believe in karma in both good and bad forms. But then sometimes even whilst I might say I believe in karma, I’ll sit there convincing myself that it’s actually just a bunch of crap, and I’ll probably be due for a truck load of bad karma to come my way (let’s face it, if karma exists, then there’s a whole heap of bad karma with my name on it.) and so as a result, I do something positive instead in some pathetic attempt to balance it out. You know, because 6-months of bad karma is totally going to dissipate when I donate $70 to some charity that I saw on late-night television.

…although in saying that, their commercial was quite compelling and I wanted to contribute. I really should just do that more often so that I stop accruing bad karma points and start earning good karma points.

My approach to good karma vs. bad karma is the same way most people approach the gym: if I go do a cardio class / workout for an hour, then I can totally eat that box of 6 donuts / packet of biscuits without remorse.

Sidenote: if you are in fact one of those people, you need to realise that eating those donuts or that packet of biscuits actually means you’ll need to do at least 6+ classes / hours of exercise just to counterbalance all the calories you’ve ingested. 

Some people take the belief in karma quite seriously… some of them also tend to not believe in showering or not wearing footwear, and only wearing natural (tie-dyed) fibers… I on the other hand take it with a grain of salt. Does it make me want to change my behaviours? Not really. But I at least acknowledge that I need to change my behaviours – it’s just not as a direct result of believing in karma.

…It’s because I’m just a bitch.

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Feb 12: Minute Detail

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Pick up an object and describe it in such minute detail that your readers can draw it without ever having seen it.

As I sit here at my desk, I see it sitting there in my peripheral vision. The lights above me reflect off the stainless steel, but are multiplied on the concaved end. The streaky surface diffuses the reflection and creates a ‘flare’ effect. The edges of the oval-shaped head, meet at a narrow point before slightly widening for the rest of the now finger-print embossed handle. For hours it sits there, taunting me, a constant reminder of something that previously was, and something that will soon be. I sometimes find myself stopping mid-sent…

…ence just to look at it and think about it. It makes me want more. Another one. What’s the harm? It’s so easy to give in to the temptation when you’re unable to put up much resistance. Already I know that the next time, just like every other time, I’ll end up letting it get too hot and it will burn my fingers.

I can’t take it any more. As much as I’m enjoying sitting here post-lunch with a piece of chewy (gum), chomping away like a cow in a field, I just want to spit it out. There’s an overwhelming urge to pick it up again… and I’m struggling to resist temptation… but I can’t.

I need another cup of tea…

…and a handful of biscuits.

Daily Prompt: Happy Endings

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Tell us about something you’ve tried to quit. Did you go cold turkey, or for gradual change? Did it stick?

Hehehehe, I’ve had so many things that I’ve tried to quit over the years. Biting my nails, picking scabs, eating too much junk food, telling my biological brother that he’s adopted… None of it really works. Well, except for the thing with my brother. We don’t really talk, and haven’t really for a number of years, so that one kind of just fizzled out on it’s own.

I did go through a period where I stopped biting my nails because I was introduced to manicures so I had to stop biting them… but then I somehow managed to stop looking after my nails and resumed to biting them again. I really should do something about that.

I’ve also been on a very, very slow course of trying to eat a lot healthier and cut down my sugar intake in my diet… this has proven to be quite a roller coaster. I will go through a phase where I might eat really healthy for lunch and dinner, and then one afternoon I’ll completely cave and absolutely annihilate a block of chocolate, or a couple of pastries etc. I think my biggest weakness would be biscuits. I need to start getting myself off biscuits (says me as I’m quite literally opening my drawer to pull out a couple of bikkies right now to have with the remnants of my Green Tea w/ Jasmine!).

Although lately I’ve become obsessed with cake. All I seem to want to eat is cake – to the point where I can literally taste it in my mouth without actually haven eaten any. I’m not sure what that’s called, but it’s not right. Even when I’m at the supermarket buying healthy food… the voice in me (which I’m pretty sure is just my stomach, but on speakerphone) just keeps saying “cake… cake… cake… cake…” and I know that if I were to actually buy a cake, I’d have no problems whatsoever in eating the entire thing. By myself. In one sitting. In less that ten minutes.

The worst part is probably the local supermarket at work… they have an entire shelf in their bakery section that is just different flavoured swiss rolls… There’s a chocolate one, and there’s a honey one.

And I want them both.

Now.

With a giant cup of tea… well, more like a bowl of tea.

How the hell do I get myself out of this one? How do I kick my cake-addiction??

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