Some Random Thoughts on Food

I swear, I have way too many useless thoughts stuck in my head, I’m just dying for some sort of brain transcription machine to get it all in order. An electronic version of a Pensieve. Something. Anything.

So today’s ramblings are about food. Once again, if this blog were Twitter, I’m warning you now that this would be hashtagged with #firstworldpains.

In my life, the concept of food has recently been connected to the concept of self-control. I say recently because when I was a child, I was introduced. as I surely hope am sure many children are, to the world of processed food. And I enjoyed that world very much. So much, in fact, that as I grew older, I began to discover another equally wondrous world: the world of take-out. Since then, I feel like I’ve eaten in probably every affordable restaurant in the area, definitely in every food establishment in our local mall, and then some. I’ve eaten a lot, and I’ve decided it’s–well–it’s time for miracles.

This isn’t going to be a rant of how fat I am, because–I’m sorry–those things are pathetic, especially when I know for a fact that I am not. I am not thin, I am not fat, I am a decently fed member of society and I’m fine with that.

No, I’ve decided miracle time (I don’t like the word ‘diet’ okay. ‘Miracle’ seems a lot more suitable, not to mention realistic.) is in order, because for one, I feel like my family’s spent too much on restaurants for food that we could’ve just made at home, like fries and burgers. For two–okay, embarrassing first world confession ahead–I almost always eat out after school. It wastes time. And finally, I’m just going to come out with it: I am not exactly a fan of home-cooked meals.

I know this is unhealthy and is probably an error in my upbringing but I cannot help it. It’s just followed me and haunted me throughout my life; it’s not that I hate a plate of adobo or sinigang, it’s that I’d really love a slice of pizza so much more, and isn’t that just wrong? When I proclaimed that I could totally live my life on take-out, a friend of mine told me that it was impossible.

No, darling. It’s not. I feel like I’ve been doing it ALL MY LIFE.

In fact, lately, I feel like I’ve had too much home food. I don’t know why but for the past week, I have wanted nothing more than pizza. So yesterday, I suggested we get pizza. We did. Today, I still want pizza. Also, I’ve had strange cravings for large amounts of cheese and bacon. Cheese craving has yet to be satisfied, although the other day I did order a potato bacon salad. Apparently, I thrive on MSG and cholesterol.

I remember watching an episode of Drake and Josh where they had a bet on who could live without their unhealthy addictions longer. Josh’s was video games and Drake’s was junk food. Drake developed this weird skin condition. If I get another weird skin condition, you will soon find yourself reading ‘Some Random Thoughts on Skin’ and it will not be as fun.

I find comfort that we have leftover pizza from yesterday and vainly wish that it will satiate my distressing food problems.

Dammit. I want pudding.

Self-control. Self-control. Self-control.

PS. My sister has found a new perspective for my awkward bangs: Mandy Moore bangs, like her hair in A Walk to Remember. I am comforted by this as I did watch two Mandy Moore movies last week out of boredom and I realized how much I missed her singing. I’ll take it as a compliment. Also, Saved!–great movie, even if Mandy Moore’s hair here looks like my mother’s.