So a few days ago, I started my food experiment where I keep a close track and monitor what it is I'm eating to hopefully change my habits.
And now, looking back on it, I really have a horrendous way of eating.
I have eaten a copious amount of fast food--Breakfast Jacks from Jack in the Box, Curly Fries, Chicken Nuggets, Tontino's Frozen Pizza, Soda and Folger's Coffee.
Then, on Wednesday night, I went to the State Fair with my friend Ebonie. While I did eat far less than I did last year, it still was a mess.
I ate almost an entire Blooming Onion similar to that, a Lamb Gyro and a Funnel Cake with some Bubblegum Slushie.
I can't explain how I hate the way I eat. And I'm surprised whenever I have bloodwork done in dialysis it comes back fairly normal. I have lost close to 100 pounds, and I honestly think that the way I keep it off, considering what goes into my body, is that I do try to not eat until I'm almost falling over with hunger.
I would eat better, but the thing is, I don't like to cook. Not because I'm not skilled at it, I'm a very good cook, it's that I have to think of my father and put him first. And because my father only have three teeth--really--I literally have to spend 4 to 6 hours preparing dinner for him, which includes smothering something down in a gravy. And I do NOT want to eat that every day. So really, to avoid having to cook two seperate meals, I else fast food it, or skip it entirely.
Yeah, I know that's bad, that's awful, but one, who's gonna cook for me and two, who's gonna give me the extra money to buy enough for both of us to have meals? Cause I'd rather try to feed dad.
It doesn't bother me. It helps keep me from gaining. Because in a little over a month is my birthday and I desperately want to fit into the cute clothes from Forever 21. When I was fat and ugly, I wanted to wear the pretty clothes and now I can. And I don't really mind of my tummy growls here and there as long as I can zip up those jeans over it.
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