I 've had a couple craptastical ass days. So today I left work early (whatever!) and I went to Kroger because I had a serious craving for lasagna. I'm all about comfort food, and lasagna for me (right along with macaroni & cheese, and ice cream, especially Loard's banana) are the definition of comfort. Putting something that I really love in my mouth (slightly sexually suggestive?) makes me relax. It doesn't make me happy (cause that would be weird!) but I'm content.
Whatever, maybe another day I'll blog about my problems with food or the hypocrisy in the fact that a curvy girl who likes to eat has food issues but a skinny girl who eats a lot (JEAN!) is a foodie. FUCK THAT...
Sorry I'm getting slightly off track...
Anyway, so since I've moved I live near a better class of Kroger, which completely puts my Short North Kroger to shame! And when I walked in today I spotted a nice, long, soft (again with the sexual innuendos) baguette. My last Kroger almost never had fresh baked bread and when they did it was of the "fresh" variety, if you know what I mean. So I completely picked one up and thought nothing of it.
Now that the lasagna is resting on my kitchen table I moved the bread to the side for when I'm ready to eat and I noticed a slogan on the packaging: "It's time to eat bread again!"
At first I thought, "well that's my last glass of merlot" because I must be reading that wrong" and then I thought, "when the fuck was I supposed to have stopped eating the grain!?"
mothafucka please...
So that all spawned this post, which isn't really a post so much as a rant.
If you don't like bread, don't eat bread. But if you're not eating bread or pasta because you believe carbs are evil, you're an idiot!
I'm not a nutritionist, I don't count calories and I have only the vaguest idea of what I should/shouldn't be eating. I'm more about a (semi) balanced diet and good food. I don't speak any other language.
But I hate, like really hate that women are made to feel that their bodies are never ending projects where perfection is the ultimate, but perpetually elusive, goal. I mean, there is really no other way to explain tummy tucks and face lifts. Who the hell would want to look like this:
So when my friends say they're going to start working out for valid reasons (like lowering their blood pressure or because they're having back problems, for instance) I support that. But when I see undergrads who are a size 1 and quite possibly malnourished/underweight talking about how big their thighs are I feel so disgusted.
Do you! Be happy being you, if that means you're a size 4 or 16 I don't give a shit and you shouldn't either... unless you like depression and a low self-esteem, in which case, hate yourself because you could always lose a couple pounds!
