Overdosed

I don't think I would eat a cookie right now if someone paid me. Okay, I would, but it would have to be a significant amount of money, as in enough for me to buy myself something I really want. After this past week or so, I can't even bear the thought of making another sweet thing, let alone eating it. I feel bloated, gross, fat and sluggish. Why do we do this to ourselves? I don't know. It's a minor form of self-destructive behavior. An apathetic "whatever-I'll-worry-about-it-later-I-just-don't-care-life-sucks-anyway-I-might-as-well-be-fat" behavior that MUST STOP NOW.

I am sitting here with strong cravings for vegetables. I have kale in my refrigerator that needs to be eaten. I am planning on making green smoothies later. I can't wait to bake tofu tonight and scarf it down. And broccoli, dear broccoli...

I should add a recipe here for something that is not full of processed sugar and evil white flour. Something to restore energy and life to my body. But since I can't think of anything right now, I will simply leave you with this picture of one of my favorite X-mas presents. My step-mom knows of my love (lust?) for avocados, and this is something I didn't even know existed: a Flexicado - avocado slicer. Yay me!





Oh, and Garrett has decided that he is a vegetarian. Except for Subway, because he could not live without the turkey subs there. I am going to do my best to help him replace the meats he loves with cruel-free options.