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    Waste not, want not

    Monday, November 23rd, 2009

    I’m sensitive to wasteful habits. This is why I have a particular distaste for Vegas. I have a hard time coming to terms with the gazillion watts of flashing lights, the platefuls of uneaten buffet food and, of course, the money that more often than not disappears into slot machines or dealers’ hands.

    It’s just as agitating to spot waste on a smaller scale. My husband knows this. That’s why he’s careful to switch off lights when he leaves a room and knows not to wander too far away while waiting for running water to warm up. He knows that not respecting resources will ignite a fury within me that would scare even the Grim Reaper.

    The problem is I have to keep this fury in check at work, where there is waste aplenty.

    I’ve kept my mouth shut and my hands to myself in the ladies restroom, where women leisurely dry their hands while keeping the water running, just so they can use their wet paper towel to turn off the faucet.

    I’m also full of guilt and remorse when I let my mind imagine the fate of leftover food from the cafeteria, or the scores of trash bags filled with Styrofoam plates and unrecycled plastics.

    Seriously, folks! Who are we? Unapologetic, convenience-driven parasites?

    The thing is, you and I may be fortunate enough to afford water, electricity, food and a home far away from a landfill, but othersĀ  in our very own world don’t have such simple pleasures.

    Wise up, please.

    Sacred Sunday

    Monday, November 2nd, 2009

    There’s something about Sunday that always has me pause and give thanks. I reflect on my healthy mind and body, thoughtful parents, a flourishing marriage, a support system from here to halfway around the world, shelter, sustenance and my four-legged furries that nap all day long.

    I know there’s a reason I feel this way every Sunday; and I think you know, too.

    What’s cooking

    Wednesday, October 28th, 2009

    It’s Wednesday, usually the day Ben and I eat out. Usually the day I can come home and sit on my heinie with nary a thought wasted on what to cook for dinner.

    But because we blew through our monthly “Dining Out” budget around, oh, Oct. 10, there will be no Wednesday-night-heinie-on-the-couch time … YET AGAIN. November, please hurry.

    The good news is that I’ve been researching recipes for tofu-veggie stirfry all day today and found one that should win me points from my husband. The bad news is that my ego is completely shot — do you know how many Julie & Julia types exist in the world? For these women, cooking is a hobby, whereas I have to overcome an entire day’s worth of hubbub just to make a tuna melt.

    Although it is an awesome tuna melt.

    Check out my favorite sites: Pham Fatale,Ā  The Nourishing Gourmet, and Cannelle et Vanille (translation: Cinnamon and Vanilla). It’s OK if you don’t cook the food, the images on these blogs are enough to satiate you. … unless, well, you’re hungry.

    Day 5, and some retrospect

    Friday, February 27th, 2009

    I went into a tailspin yesterday around 9 o’clock. This occurred after I recorded my dinner and found myself nearly 400 calories over budget for the day.

    I will not type the vile reaction I had upon calculating my caloric intake — which, despite the expectation of grand failure earlier in the day, still upset me immeasurably — out of respect for my mom.

    But you all are an imaginative bunch.

    So, back to my tailspin: Three words: Girl Scout cookies.

    Jesus Christ, they’re everywhere, like ants after heavy rainfall. And yesterday I was reminded that Ben and I each ordered two boxes months ago to support our co-workers’ kids.

    Anyway, had I not adopted an “Eff the World” attitude last night, I could have easily resisted the Tagalongs, but because I had already failed, I indignantly mowed through a row of cookies, adding 300 more calories. And I hadn’t even exercised. Go ahead and do the math.

    That was yesterday. Today I’m in a funk.

    To be fair to myself, I have done remarkably well with my diet today — just 570 calories thus far, at 4:15 p.m. This success is likely related to aforementioned funk because a bad mood dulls my appetite. We’ll see how I do with dinner and exercise later on tonight.

    But Week 1 has seriously driven home the principle of conscious eating. In other words, I could snack on a chocolate bar, but, unless I’m ignoring my diet, do I just want scraps for dinner?

    In retrospect, I wouldn’t be surprised if I was consuming close to 2,500 calories for the past three years. Pair that with my ass perpetually on the couch and suddenly the 35 pounds of excess flab isn’t so mind-boggling.

    Revelations are good. And, in this case, very bad too.

    Until Monday…

    Why bother?

    Friday, December 19th, 2008

    Aside from the slices of cantaloupe (and honeydew melon I had already consumed), my holiday plate was full of delicious rubbish consisting of:

    1. fudge
    2. brownie
    3. macaroon
    4. pecan pie

    It’s likely there was a cookie on here, too. But I must have nibbled it up before this shot, which was taken after I realized that today’s 50 minutes of stinky cardio will not be worth a damn.

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