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I’ve all but given up so many of the foods that used to be staples - fast food, mexican, chinese take out, pizza delivery, frozen meals; in a word: junk.  I don’t really miss much of that stuff anymore (I do get cravings for carne asada or beer & pizza, I mean I’m only human). 

I’ve noticed that in learning how to make better choices, I don’t eat nearly as much meat anymore.  Just too many calories and too much saturated fat to account for, easier to just skip it.  I go out of my way to eat fish for the omega-3s (*sushi=yum*) and chicken is a staple. 

Somewhere along the way, having switched to eating a whole lot more fruit, veggies, nuts, grains and so forth—I started *thinking* about where meat comes from.  I love me some chicken burgers, but the thought of a CHICKEN makes me heave.  So I start thinking about chickens and then I don’t want a chicken burger.  Seriously, it’s new, this feeling.  Not sure what the hell is going on with me, is this how vegetarians start out?  Perfectly normal Taco-Bell regulars and then one day bam! thoughts of chickens stepping in pig poo havin’ their heads chopped off. 

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The Co-Worker who Peed.

It just won’t disappoint.

In other news, congrats, Tas, to makin’ the big time.  Plus, guess we’re blogging again, eh? 

I can only conclude from this that regular water is making me fat.  Has been making me fat.  All these years of fat-assitude due to my habit, nay addiction, to water.  Oy.  Sadly, I can’t get those back, but at least there’s new hope.

Excuse me, does anybody know what this says?

I started keeping a small dry erase board by my desk to minimize paper waste and clutter.  I have notebooks filled with to-do lists from 2002 sitting in my closet, stupid. Anyway. 

The problem is, and this has nothing to do with the dry erase board, but I can’t read my own handwriting.  This is a real problem sometimes, especially when I have to take notes at business meetings and so forth.

I missed my calling as a doctor, my dad was right all along.