Bad, bad me!

Oops. It had been going so well, too.

After a small bit of polenta (which, by the way, is excellent. I always walked past it at the store meaning to try some, but never got around to it until now) after the gym, I was in a rush to head out the door Thursday to get to the Capital Macintosh photography Special Interest Group where they were gonna do a small talk on basic lighting. It was a pretty good talk, incidentally, but not the point. I thought I ate enough, but I hadn't.

Knowing that the fridge had nothing prepared in it, on my drive home, I had a hankering for cajun fries, so come 9pm, I stopped at Five Guys. This is where the first line of the blog comes from. It was late, I was hungry, so my will broke, and I had a burger and fries.

Trying to live healthy despite no job and no real motivation has its challenges, but all in all I've done well so far. I've discovered the pure, unadulterated joy of cooking (along with the pure, unadulterated agony of doing the dishes and pans). The Newflower Farmers Market up the road is becoming a favorite spot of mine to find really good, cheap, fresh vegetation, and in doing so, I'm eating more of it. Shocking, given my history of vegephobia.

I can try to justify the lapse in judgment by honestly going to the gym four days of the week now, but that would be dishonest. I wanted a big, greasy burger, so I got one. This is not to say I am a certified health-nut. Far from it. Rather than count calories, and reading every label on every bit of food I eat, I'm subscribing to the school of thought of just being mindful of what and how much. Sure, it's easier to screw up and take advantage of a system like that, but if you have a lifestyle you're aiming for, you find ways to do it right. As the old cliche states, you're only cheating yourself - and in this case, it actually is true, unlike most of the situations you heard of growing up.

So, on the menu tonight, is a chicken noodle soup made from the stuff I bought at Newflower and Costco. No cans. It may turn out great, and it might not. Thus is the adventure of cooking for one.

As Horace puts it, mens sana in corpore sano. Or as Stephen Fry puts it, mens' sauna offers corporal punishment. Good night.