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This is a way of making myself write something coherent and grammatically correct almost every day. I'm opinionated and need an outlet. I'm also prone to flights of fancy. Thanks for stopping by. |
| Every Friday now at the medical center where I work, they're trying to present a heart healthy meal for $5.00, along with the usual offerings of sandwiches and buffet items.The meals are pretty good, and come with a recipe card so you can do it yourself--if you can find all the ingredients. Finding couscous and quinoa is a little hard in my area--not even Whole Foods has them not mixed in with other things. These meals are low-fat, low carb but not carb free, high fiber and are actually pretty tasty. They are portion controlled, which means I'm hungry an hour later. Some more chopped tomatoes or crunchy romaine, or a few more bites of whole grain whatever, would be so satisfying. I've learned to carry some fruit to have for an afternoon snack on Fridays. This past Friday I was busy orienting new employees when the boss was starving and took two other people out to lunch early. I think he felt guilty that I was not invited, so he bought something for me, which one of the others delivered. The place they went, a popular hamburger place where the students hang out, makes fried potato salad. That's right "fried potato salad". A couple of the skinny women in my office love it. I thought it sounded gross. I had seen it, a big ball with a crisp coating. I didn't want any. They brought one back to me, right after I had finished my healthy meal. I was polite and thanked them. I told myself, I didn't want it. I looked at it and pushed it aside. After 20 minutes or so, I opened it again, and thought I could take a taste. Oh, my goodness! Yes, the outside was thin and crisp. Inside was warm red potato salad with tiny bits of bacon. A coronary waiting to happen. I took a second bite and shoved it aside. A few minutes at my computer went by. I pulled it over and opened it again. I'll eat half of it, I've already had a good healthy meal. Then I couldn't stop. This is one of those bad for you, but you can't stop, things. I have thought about it frequently since that day. I told them to never bring me one again. But I keep picturing those red potato skins, and tasting that warm creamy inside. They are truly evil fellow employees, even though they tried to make it look like they were doing something nice. They were just opening another door to evil. If they order there again for an office function, I will try to say no to that side. But that's what I think today. Will I have the strength when the time comes? |
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