Lunch: Tater Tots, chocolate
Dinner: Bag of salad, kind of large tomato, salad dressing
The Tots were eaten over several hours, a whole plate, as in an actual plate, of them. They are just as good cold as when piping hot from the oven, or at least pretty close. When I finished them, I had some 86% cocoa mass chocolate, and some lemonade that I made from frozen lemon juice and Splenda.
I am trying to keep a decent perspective about this eating thing, but I really should be ashamed of how badly I eat some days. Even I know that I have to create and follow a more balanced and reasonable way of eating, you know, like a decent diet, for crying out loud.
You know, I go to the store and I look at all the food and try to buy stuff that I will actually eat and that will not, ultimately, get tossed into the garbage because I am too tired and tired out to cook the damn stuff. There is still too much waste going on around here. It is not like I have a ton of money and a complete lack of conscience that would facilitate not feeling so freaking guilty about all of this.
I need to buy food. I need to eat it. It is as simple as that. And, yet, it is not. It is supremely difficult and complicated to do. I think that is why, heck, I know that it is why I am eating out several times each week. I know that there is not any reasonably easy to cook food at home and so I go to a restaurant and have a nice, healthy meal and it satisfies me because I know that there will not be any waste. If I stop at the market, there is an excellent chance that I will be too exhausted to actually cook what I have just bought by the time I get home and drag myself and everything else into the house. This totally sucks.
I tried buying just frozen stuff, like meals and parts of meals, things that are already cooked and just need heating in the microwave. I guess that is how the Tater Tots got into the freezer.
Unfortunately, there is not all that much in the realm of frozen foods that are as healthy as anyone, especially old and diabetic me, would prefer. More than a month ago I bought a package of pre-formed beef patties. All you have to do is to take one of the things out of the bag and cook it in a frying pan. You do not even have to thaw them, just grab them frozen. Seriously, that is all you have to do. I think that you can also broil them or bake them in the oven, but those things are more steps than I can handle most days.
I have a pound of asparagus in the refrigerator right now. I have, probably, two more days before I will have to trash it and all I have to do to eat them is to wash, snap the end, pop into a roasting pan, sprinkle and roll them around in a bit of olive oil, sprinkle with salt and bake them for a half hour. As simple as that is, they are still likely to be tossed. That is how little energy I have. I can sit here and type. I can rest and read. But, that is all that I can manage most days here at home. I am busy enough on my out-of-the-house days that I need the opportunity to rest and gather my strength. Man, even to me that sounds so pathetic and excuse-laden.
I have to fix this. I have to figure out a way to eat properly, not waste food and to spend as little as possible. I just have to figure this out. Even today was supposed to be a day of catching up and that seemed like it might happen after a neighbor cancelled our lunch plans. But, it was just another day of feeling crappy, so I did very little and tried very hard to not take a nap. Which, I did not. Maybe I should go back to my doctor and throw myself on her mercy and ask for happy drugs or, hell, I do not know how to properly explain how tired I am all the time, much less figure out how to ask for help.
So, there is nothing left except Guilty Pleasure. Shell Game. I like the colors.