There's one part of my life that I have not quite figured out yet. Food.
I'm pretty boring when it comes to my food schedules. I eat the same thing every morning during the week.
and a big glass of
Greatest breakfast combination ever invented. End of story.
I try and reserve eating my apple until after my shift because the joy I feel in experiencing that first bite is wonderful. I usually stop where I am on the sidewalk, close my eyes, and enjoy the delicious sweetness, looking like an idiot, I am sure. Nevertheless, I put up with the hunger simply because I know the beauteous moment that awaits me.
Walking home everyday from work, I have the opportunity/misfortune to walk by one of my favorite places in Provo: J Dawgs.
I can smell them coming down the street and it takes all of my willpower to resist going inside and buying one every day of my life. In fact, there is always a split moment where I have firmly decided to go inside. Mercifully, I am usually able to squelch this desire by reminding myself that I have food at home that I have already paid for. However, once in a blue moon, I allow my subconscious to surprise myself and I treat myself to a delicious polish dog. I never know before hand if I'm actually going to go in until I'm already standing at the counter, placing my order. Wednesday was one of those days.
Is it bad how much joy I find in food? For my sakes, let's assume it's perfectly normal. If it's not, please don't tell me. Just bring me a J Dawg instead.