24-Hours I'd rather not recall

Does anyone else ever lay in bed at night and reflect upon the food they've eaten that day? Looking back and smiling on a perfectly spiced dish, a warm desert a la mode, or reliving a completely cleaned plate. Then there are the days when you think "wow, 2,000kcal and I spent them on THAT!?!?" I don't reminisce about my meals often (probably because I'm too busy dreaming of my next) but today was one of those days. The closest metaphor I can conjure up for my intake today is a desperate one-night-stand with junk food that would only be acceptable if it was alcohol induced (and coming off a 20 year dry spell). Today was similar to the Boston Beer Halloween Party where my beer to chicken finger ratio was 1:10, I don't even like chicken fingers. If I had to complete a 24 recall tomorrow, I would by tempted to lie.

What I ate:

- T.J.'s Vanilla Crunch Cereal w/ 2% Milk (acceptable)

- Banana (A+)

- Tea (catechins!)

- Salt and Vinegar Chips

- Pretzel chips and Hummus

- Homemade brownie w/ walnuts

- Tortilla Chips and Salsa

- 1 0z sharpe cheddar

- 1 Beer.

Maybe my diet wasn't terrible...but I feel like a student of nutrition, I'm supposed to be setting an example. But with conflicting research my "example" is conflicted. I smiled when I read on ann's blog bio that she eats ice cream out of a carton, because is that wrong? Or is it wrong to be so tired I didn't feel like cooking so I snacked out of my pantry? I think a lot of healthy eating messages out there states an explicit good and evil. Carrot = Good, Carrot Cake = Evil (even in moderation you should probably feel bad about yourself). The past 3 years I've learned more barriers than solutions and it's frustrating, so in the mean time I will just stick with what tastes good and what I feel is good for me.

I'm sure you all have seen this: http://www.cnn.com/2010/HEALTH/11/08/twinkie.diet.professor/index.html

Professor from Kansas State loses weight on calorie restricted junk food diet.

pot roast

(Calm down, I'm not making pot roast, and the sky has not fallen...)

I spent the night at my parents' last night because I got snowed in, and woke up this morning to something that smelled awesome. Maybe they're making me pancakes? Nope, it was Mom browning a roast to be put in the crock pot. There was a crisis because we were out of Worchestershire sauce, so she started reading me other recipes from her Fix It and Forget It cookbook.

"Well, they all call for an envelope of onion soup mix, which I don't have either." (Good.)

"This one calls for tomato juice and dried basil." (Dried basil tastes like...dried.)

"This one calls for a can of cream of mushroom soup and a can of Pepsi." (AHHHHHHH!)

Retro dreamin'...