I’m back on the diet kick, mainly because the weather is heating up or it will once Seattle stops raining and I can’t hide my massive hull of a body under my normal winter layers of spanx/sweater/coat/three-man tent.
What is it about summer that completely confuses my body? I know I grew up on a beautiful but hot and humid tropical island but I was young and could wear shorts (rolled up!) and t-shirts because I didn’t have a job. I didn’t have to look presentable to anyone else but my Internet boyfriends in the GothicBabes chatroom. (How youuu doing, Lord Straxus? Is there enough room for me in the depths of despair?)
I have to dress in an appropriate way and I know I’ll be more comfortable at a smaller size that doesn’t cause chub rub because my thunder thighs are fighting each other every time I take a step.
One more-healthy-than-fried-bacon-donuts meal that I have really fallen in love with is a salad with a fried egg on top: chopped spinach or romaine lettuce, Roma tomato slices, a light drizzle of olive oil, salt, pepper and lemon juice and then an egg cooked sunnyside up on top. I love it. It’s always filling and I never have the big belly bloat.
I feel like this culinary development and even its discussion here warrants this question: is this what old people like? I don’t see any hip youngsters at the early bird special asking for poached egg salads with the dressing on the side. They’re at the sports bar inhaling a bucket of saucy buffalo wings and washing it down with beers and strawberry Nesquick. They talk about finals and internships they have lined up for the summer. They are sunkissed and carefree. Maybe there will be one member of the group who is slurping the sauce from her fingers because she has the metabolism to do so. She doesn’t care about how many calories are on her fingertips, she enjoys the sweet and spicy and doesn’t care who sees. Years from now, she will have this memory filed away in her brain. She will be wiping butts and making bottles, thinking about when she was young and the world was so simple she had it licked.