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some_stars) wrote2011-05-30 01:36 am
some_stars) wrote2011-05-30 01:36 am
update
holy crap, lamb chops have the best effort-to-deliciousness ratio of anything I have EVER COOKED. I wish I'd bought a dozen. ...so this will probably become a weekly thing, oh my GOD those were good. And EASY. I did the dishes while they were cooking and then I tore them apart with my fingers.
Tomorrow morning: tomatoes w/mozzarella, before they start going mushy. That little container of crab salad should be consumed tomorrow too, probably. Peaches, blueberries, hummus. (Another way my brain is broken--it is really hard for me not to look at that list and think, "So that's food for a day, then!" It's not anorexic-like, exactly, at least never consciously, but I just constantly, dramatically underestimate how much I need to eat per 24 hours and sometimes per sitting(this much less often though). I'd guess it's partly how much I hate preparing/planning food and partly unconscious self-fat-loathing, but that's a hypothetical deduction only, it just keeps happening and I don't know why. ...and I just edited this paragraph a tiny bit to emphasize how it wasn't much food. That impulse I understand perfectly well, ugh.)
The food-reluctance vanishes after I eat, of course. We will see if it returns. Also apparently the smell of searing red meat dispels it pretty well, I should keep that in mind.
Tomorrow morning: tomatoes w/mozzarella, before they start going mushy. That little container of crab salad should be consumed tomorrow too, probably. Peaches, blueberries, hummus. (Another way my brain is broken--it is really hard for me not to look at that list and think, "So that's food for a day, then!" It's not anorexic-like, exactly, at least never consciously, but I just constantly, dramatically underestimate how much I need to eat per 24 hours and sometimes per sitting(this much less often though). I'd guess it's partly how much I hate preparing/planning food and partly unconscious self-fat-loathing, but that's a hypothetical deduction only, it just keeps happening and I don't know why. ...and I just edited this paragraph a tiny bit to emphasize how it wasn't much food. That impulse I understand perfectly well, ugh.)
The food-reluctance vanishes after I eat, of course. We will see if it returns. Also apparently the smell of searing red meat dispels it pretty well, I should keep that in mind.
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