I have a piece of Princess cake.
Should I or shouldn’t I eat it?
I should. And I did! It was tasty.
I have a piece of Princess cake.
Should I or shouldn’t I eat it?
I should. And I did! It was tasty.
I wrote in the post “Stuffed” that there’s no difference between my body and a sausage. We’re both ready to burst. Me from my clothes and the sausage from it’s “skin”. I’m still stuffed. It even seems my body keeps stuffing itself and getting bigger.
I exercise almost every day. The only thing I’ve noticed is that I’ve had to downsizing my bra’s. That’s one part of my body I don’t want to get smaller. The belly keeps growing even though I do ab exercises with every workout. I know it takes a while to slim down your belly however I want it smaller now. My arms and legs are strong and they’re bigger because I exercise them. I’m not looking “muscular” but I feel that they are strong. Especially my arms. That must be the easiest part of your body to train.
I’ve been thinking about something. I can’t almost get my jeans on. It’s a struggle every time. I try to pull them up but to get them over my belly is almost mission impossible. I pull and jump too and it takes forever to get them to fit. When I’m out doing things I just wait for them to burst. I can hardly sit down because I don’t know If they can take the weight of me sitting down. Not to mention when it’s time to stand up. I’m happy every time they don’t just break. Another thing I think about is when I go to the toilet somewhere else other than when I’m home. What If I can’t get them on again? What If they won’t fit my belly? If that happened what would I do. Run home? If I’m in the mall do I have to have a walk of shame to a clothing store and buy a new pair of jeans? Maybe I should buy bigger jeans so I don’t have to think about it. I never had these problems when I was younger.
I have a question. What’s the difference between me and a sausage? None. We both look stuffed ready to burst. We have a surface and an inside that stretches it to the max.
My clothes are easier to get on since I began adding ab workout to my exercise routine however I’m not even near where I want to be. I don’t eat candy any more and I want it to make some difference. It takes a while for any changes in your behaviour to show and I will keep on doing what I do. You want to see changes immediately but when it comes to exercise it takes a while before you see any changes. Me not eating candy is something I’m proud of. I don’t know If it will help but it’s better to not eat candy than to do it.
I have been skinny almost all my life however with age it gets harder to stay that way. I have to think more about what I do and eat. I love food and I don’t want to take the pleasure of eating away but I have to think about what I put in my body. I try to think more healthy when it comes to food.
I had the biggest first world problem today. I mean it can’t get any more first world problematic than this.
I had bought a packet (couldn’t find a better word) of bisquits. It turned out the packet was burgular safe and I couldn’t open it. I tried everything and nothing helped. I tried knives and a pair of scissors.
My day is ruined! No bisquits.
I don’t have any idea why this sandwich turned out how it did. I thought I would write about my favorite “dinner sandwich”, bacon and eggs. I love the salty bacon and fried egg on a piece of bread. It always, ALWAYS turns out perfect with the bacon crispy and the eggs round with a perfect yolk. Today just cause I decided to write about it and get you craving the sandwich I got everything wrong. The only perfect thing was the bread which I didn’t make.
First the bacon. It got burnt right away. When it gets burnt it jumps out of the frying pan. There were bacon everywhere. I was determind to write about this sandwich and I had to collect the bacon from everywhere in the kitchen. I lowered the heat on the stove, put back the bacon in the frying pan.
I put it all in the corner of the pan to make room for the eggs. Of course the first egg I cracked in the pan was a “loose” one. The yolk was runny and it poured on the bacon making it into a bacon omelette. I was making 4 sandwiches (two portions) and added 3 more eggs. They got stuck in the “omelette egg” and it was ruined. I tried to make the sandwich look tasty and you can see how “great” I managed to do that. I don’t think it seems that tasty. It was but the look of it is not tasty. Don’t mind the look of the sandwich it’s delicious. Maybe (or probably) you can make it more perfect.
The “stress scale” (how much the making of the dish affects my depression. A 1 is no stress and a 5 is highly stressful) was a 2. All the things going wrong made the stress level higher but the dish itself was almost stress free.
I don’t get why you think I have too many kiwi fruits at home! There’s just 24 of them!
I know it seems crazy to have 24 kiwis at home. Especially when I am the only one eating them. It’s hysterical when you think about it. I have a good reason for “collecting” them. They often cost a fortune and I don’t buy them cause of that. Now they have been very cheap for a while. I get a bit crazy when you get 10 kiwi fruits for 3 euros. I buy them every time I’m in the grocery store now. I think “it doesn’t hurt to buy 10 more”.
Sometimes I have too many and I can’t fit them in the fridge. But even so the next time I visit the grocery store I buy 10 more. Kiwis are a favorite of mine and now I can eat them all the time. They are filled with vitamins and I need something healthy especially when I am eating dinner. I don’t think raw vegetables are tasty. I eat fruit instead. I remove the peel and enjoy them. I have to find recipes that has kiwis in them so I can eat them all before they get dry and old. I eat them raw but I think I would like them in cakes or something.
I have somehow began to feel bad when I eat meat. I think about the poor animals cause in Sweden they have revealed how disgusting some farmers and slaughter houses are treating them. If the animals had a wonderful life and was slaughtered with “respect” I wouldn’t feel this way. My sympathy towards animals has always been very big and I love them. Especially since I had to put Kajsa, my dog, down I cry when animals are treated bad. It makes me miss Kajsa more than I ever thought I would.I don’t even think meat is that tasty but I eat it sometimes.
Some times you don’t want to cook. I never want to cook but when I can’t stand cooking I buy ready made things. Today was a “can’t stand cooking” day. I had ribs you buy barbequed. I served them with kiwi fruits, mimosa sallad (tinned fruit cocktail mixed with mayonaise) and potato salad. Ribs are meat I think is tasty cause the spices make it doesn’t taste that “meaty”.
I make sure I have eggs at home. You can make lots of dishes with eggs. Not only lots of dishes but also it’s great for those times you don’t feel like cooking something complicated. Or when you don’t feel like cooking at all you can still make a tasty meal in minutes.
Today I had a “I don’t want to cook” day. Because of that I made scrambled eggs with tomatoes. Tomatoes give scrambled eggs more tasty. I begin to fry the tomatoes. After a while I add the eggs. It took a couple of minutes. I don’t like raw vegetables and served the scrambled eggs with kiwi fruit and apple. I like to eat eggs with “crisp bread” and I served that with the eggs.
I feel that we in the “first world” have problem we consider important.
*You’re in the grocery store. After a while in the queue the shopper in front of you put their things on the conveyor belt. When it’s your turn the cashier asks the person in front of you to put up a sign that the cashier is leaving and you have to go to the cashier beside it and of course queue a long time in that queue.
*In the grocery store you choose the cashier where there’s a shorter queue than to the other cashiers. Of course it turns out it was the wrong choice. In you’re queue there are old people paying not with cards but with money. They don’t pay with banknotes they pay with coins which takes forever.
*You buy frozen pizza. It turns out it takes longer to cook it than it says on the box. This makes you angry and you stare at the oven because you think that will make the pizza ready sooner. You have a long discussion with your partner about the time it said it would take to cook it. The world is collapsing but this pizza makes you more angry than that.
*You are buying soap but it turns out all the soaps have every color than the one you color you want. “I can’t have a pink soap in the bathroom. It doesn’t go well with the color of the towels”.
*There is one sausage missing in the sausage”pack”. Dinner is ruined.
I know I have to stop to eat candy. Or I don’t eat when it comes to candy I gorge. I didn’t know there was an english word for it. Gorge is what I do. If I’m hungry or feel whatever feeling out there I eat candy. Some can take one piece and they’re happy with that. I often eat ’til I feel sick. I don’ t have an eating problem and I don’t feel bad when I have had a bag of candy but I know it’s not good to stuff your self with sugar.
I often go for the most sugar filled candy. The candy that consist of 99 % sugar and 1 % of things I don’t want to know what they are. Most buy one bag of candy and eat everything before they get another bag. I buy bag after bag of candy to not run out of it. Every bag weighs around 1 kilo. I go though lots of bags. I don’t want to think about how much sugar that is. I wonder what would happen if I suddenly stopped eating candy. I would probably loose all energy.
The pick and mix department in the grocery store is my favorite place in the store. I could stay there a long time to “compose” the perfect bag of candy. The more sugar the candy seem to have in it it’s what I put in the bag. I often think I’ve put more than enough in the bag but I don’t care.