Do you know that little sign in your brain that tells you when you are full? It makes sure that you don't over eat.
I don't have one of those some days.
I am reminded of this fact on the days where I make a run out for candy or beef jerky (my usual two afternoon pick-me-ups). It always starts out nicely. "Mmmm," I say. "This is exactly what I wanted." I enjoy the first few bites. Then I have another couple of bites and think, "shiiiiit. This is not going to end well."
Today, as I walked down the street with my coworker today, casually popping my afternoon poison of choice into my greedy mouth (candy corn, obviously), I commented to her about the trigger in my brain that seems to go missing around afternoon snack time. The first five candy corn are wonderful. But as I pop that sixth in my mouth, I know, in ten minutes, I will be curled up behind my desk with an awful gut ache thinking, "WHYYYYY?" I know this. And yet I continue to eat that sugary crap until it hurts me.
Mostly? It's because I love candy (corn). Oh, and beef jerky.
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Monday, October 24, 2011
I'm back!
Hi friends. Well, I have returned from two weeks and a day in lovely Spain. Here are some highlights of my life:
1. The friends who watched Oxford nicknamed him "Snowpants." They loved him. It was good to see he was so well taken care of, despite the odd new name.
2. Camp Nou is incredible. My husband is a HUGE football (aka soccer) fan. His team is Liverpool. But no one can argue that Barcelona is one of the most dynamic, incredible teams in existence right now. Watching them in a packed stadium (that seats one hundred twenty thousand people, by the way) was an experience that we will never forget.
3. My jerky coworkers? Still jerks. Yes, not even one full day back and I had steam coming from my ears.
4. I miss siestas. I miss drinking beer mid-day. I miss buying a bottle of wine every day for five euros and enjoying it so much. I miss fresh jamon. I miss patatas bravas. I just miss Spain.
5. I have stories to tell. But mainly, I just wanted to get the ball rolling. Stay tuned for the story in which P.I.C. and I got duped into drinking fino, the story in which we both got violently ill and had to make a trip to the pharmacist, the story in which I fell onto an old man and spilled water on P.I.C. at the EXACT SAME MOMENT...and many more.
I miss Spain, but truly, there is nothing like your own bed.
1. The friends who watched Oxford nicknamed him "Snowpants." They loved him. It was good to see he was so well taken care of, despite the odd new name.
2. Camp Nou is incredible. My husband is a HUGE football (aka soccer) fan. His team is Liverpool. But no one can argue that Barcelona is one of the most dynamic, incredible teams in existence right now. Watching them in a packed stadium (that seats one hundred twenty thousand people, by the way) was an experience that we will never forget.
3. My jerky coworkers? Still jerks. Yes, not even one full day back and I had steam coming from my ears.
4. I miss siestas. I miss drinking beer mid-day. I miss buying a bottle of wine every day for five euros and enjoying it so much. I miss fresh jamon. I miss patatas bravas. I just miss Spain.
5. I have stories to tell. But mainly, I just wanted to get the ball rolling. Stay tuned for the story in which P.I.C. and I got duped into drinking fino, the story in which we both got violently ill and had to make a trip to the pharmacist, the story in which I fell onto an old man and spilled water on P.I.C. at the EXACT SAME MOMENT...and many more.
I miss Spain, but truly, there is nothing like your own bed.
Sunday, October 9, 2011
En Espanya.
I made it safely. I might never come home. Send Oxford, por favor!
In other news, I have so many stories. Stay tuned!
Adios.
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