I like to cook. I enjoy making delicious and nutritious meals for my husband and I. I love inviting friends over and making a big meal for them, while we gossip and drink wine. I hate making meals for just me. I think it's such a waste to make a mess in the kitchen, use multiple pots and pans, for little ole me. I find that when Ryan goes out of town I end up eating cereal, frozen pizzas, or eggs and bacon (mmm bacon) as my dinner.
With Ryan out of town tonight I decided to be a little classier and even used a $5 off coupon in the process. I ordered some take out from one of my favorite QC restaurants, Deejai Thai. 15 minutes later (ok so closer to 25 minutes ... I got sidetracked) I was on my way to pick up my tossed salad, order of crab Rangoon, and tofu pad Thai. Let's not get crazy; I wasn't planning on eating ALL of this tonight. I ate about half of the food and am saving the rest for tomorrow night's dinner. What cracks me up is that while I was inhaling my food, I mean literally just shoveling food in my mouth without leaving much time to chew, I was reading my "bon appetit" magazine that just came in the mail. I'm so obsessed with food that I must read about food while eating food, while simultaneously day dreaming about my next meal. I have problems. Honey was my dinner guest for the evening and enjoyed her dog food while I had my meal. She burps after she finishes her food. I find that extremely humorous.
I blame my insatiable appetite to running. I ran 3 miles yesterday and did another 3 miles today. I've slowly been getting speedier (does that even make sense?) and look forward to leaving some fellow 29 year-olds in the dust during my next race.