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Apartment Eating

I officially have a new appreciation for all moms in the world, or dads for that matter. I find it hard enough to clean up after myself...much less after a kid or dog or spouse or what have you. When you're on you're own, simply LIVING is exhausting.
I DO find myself eating the ODDEST things though, especially when I come home and I'm too exhausted to make something. Dinners the past two weeks have included, but was certainly not limited to:

-Tortilla dipped in jelly - not even jelly spread on it, literally just taking the jelly jar, standing in front of the fridge and dipping a tortilla in it
-Runny eggs eaten directly out of the frying pan because I didn't want to wash a plate
-Veggie burger without a bun - because I didn't feel like bending over to get the bread off the bottom shelf
-A mixed drink (Dole juice and vodka) with mixed fruit in it - a personal all time low, not proud of this one.
-GU Recovery Brew...because who DOESN'T want pure protein Flavored as rather sketchy tasting banana-strawberry for dinner?
-Plain yogurt...for this one I literally poured some cereal into the yogurt container, and ate whatever the cereal touched...then put it back in the fridge. Don't worry, my name was on the yogurt so the roomies didn't mistake it for being sanitary to eat.

Sometimes I also just stand dumbly in the kitchen staring until I eventually wander into my room and pass out.

In stark contrast to this, I absolutely LOVE when Chris comes to visit. Why? Because when he visits I get delicacies such as homemade pizza, sunny side up eggs, chicken fajitas, and spinach salad. He also takes out the trash, does the dishes, brings me Dunkin Doughnuts to work, and makes my coffee in the morning. Boyfriends are great. Whoever doesn't have one should invest in one immediately, or at least borrow one for a day.
And last night when Al came over? Strawberries, salad and spaghetti with mojitos. Maybe I should just keep inviting people over, I always eat better and the apartment is always cleaner.

So this morning I got really ambitious and decided to stop eating random crap for meals and I made egg white french toast topped with syrup and strawberries. And you know what? Breakfast was awesome. It did not burn. It did not taste like festering trash. It was not raw. It did not consist of 75% condiment. I'm practically the next martha stewart.
Not to toot my own horn, but I also made coffee.
I'm on a roll. Maybe for dinner I'll attempt something other than a sandwich, cereal, or any type of sauce on top of a whole wheat tortilla, though those are good staples.

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