My day in food

One day recently while mindlessly perusing the Internet, I came across a comment from someone who said, “I’m a non-vegetarian who eats mostly vegetarian food.”

That describes me quite well.  I’m basically a vegetarian, unless my mom cooks white meat for dinner, but that virtually never happens because she and my dad prefer red meat, and I won’t eat that.

I’ve also spent the last couple of years trying to eat more organic food.  Living near a Trader Joe’s really helps with that.  But again, I live with my mom, who shops at Kroger, and so wind up eating non-organic food if and when it’s convenient for me.

I feel like my eating style can be described as “half-assed hippie.”  It’s also a very accurate representation of me in general.  I mean well, and try really hard, but sometimes I fuck up.  Some of that is due to circumstances beyond my control, but part of it is also just laziness.

Yesterday, just for the hell of it, I decided to document everything I ate and drank, just to see what a typical day looks like for me food-wise.

Observations:

  • I am way less addicted to caffeine than I used to be.  I like to start my day with a cup of coffee, but don’t need it to keep me going.  
  • I babysit on Tuesdays, all day.  The girl’s parents always comment on the fact that I never eat the food in their fridge.  That’s because I generally eat breakfast beforehand, and usually, whenever I eat breakfast, I can go quite a long time without needing to eat again.  See documentation below: I ate breakfast around 9 a.m. and didn’t eat a substantial meal again until 7 p.m.  I don’t know why that is, but it is, so hey.

7:15 a.m. – One cup of coffee (which is not an exact measurement; I just drank a mug of it)

8:55 a.m. – One bowl of oatmeal, covered in brown sugar, banana slices, blueberries, and “roasted coconut chips,” (which, in case you’re wondering are a product of Trader Joe’s, and are delicious).  All of this was organic except for the brown sugar (which I found, partially hardened, in my cupboard, which means my mom probably bought it in 2003, but oh well).

1:30 p.m. – One banana (which I’m pretty sure that, unlike my previous banana, was not organic; I was babysitting at someone else’s house)

3:35 p.m. – One small dark chocolate peanut butter cup, a handful of coconut chips, and a handful of organic blueberries.  Observation: I enjoy fruit.

4:15 p.m. – One Yogi detox tea

5:30 p.m. – One bottle of Bell’s Hopslam beer (aka one bottle of the love of my life)

7:00 p.m. – Two slices of cheese pizza and two pieces of bruchetta (I was visiting my sister in Windsor, Ontario, and she took me to a pizza place she likes that makes the pizza in brick ovens, which is awesome; I would have preferred to add some vegetables to my pizza, but my sister was already kind enough to agree to order a pizza without pepperoni on it for me, and I didn’t want to push my luck)

8:15 p.m. – One yogi peach detox tea, and one slice of my grandmother’s “blueberry dessert” (which is basically vanilla pudding, blueberry preserves, and graham crackers all smushed together)

10:00 p.m. – One bottle of the love of my life (see entry for 5:30 p.m.)

11:45 p.m. – One Emergen-C packet mixed with water (I use these for weird reasons that, for me, work; in this case, it was past my bedtime–I’m old and boring and go to bed early–and my body was starting to rebel a little; my voice started to get hoarse for no other reason other than it was tired, so I drank some to prevent myself from waking up with phantom sickness, and then went to bed)

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About Amelia

feminist, seafood enthusiast, bookworm, blogworm
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