It is 10:23 and I just ate a strawberry pop tart for dinner. The other night I was eating Publix Chicken Corn Chowder at 10:45. I can't decide what's more embarrassing – how late I'm eating, or the fact that I have the palate of a 12 year old. Graduate school is so bad for my eating habits. I've never been a good cook, although I love cooking tools from the Pampered Chef and have LOTS of them. If I ever do decide to cook, I've got the right stuff to use. It's just easier, when it's just me, to eat quick, easy things. However, since I started working on my Master's degree from FSU, I've started eating horrible things, and on a horrible schedule and I don't know what to do about it. Sometimes I ask my friend Robyn what she is fixing her family for dinner and try to live vicariously through her dinner options. I know it's not good for me to eat peanut butter M & M's for supper. I eat cereal quite a bit, which is not too bad, except when I choose Peanut Butter Cap'n Crunch. (Again, that 12-year-old palate thing.) I eat a lot of things that are hand-held or at least portable, and I don't eat at the table often enough. I eat with one hand and highlight (or type) with the other. I eat my pop-tarts on paper plates, that way I don't have to wash a plate. I know that's pitiful, but who has time to stand at the sink washing dishes? Not me, with six articles and two chapters for each class waiting for me! I just keep thinking, not much longer, not much longer. My digestive system will be glad when I'm finished.
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