I’ve been procrastinating on even attempting any of the things on my list of things I want to start cultivating, especially learning to cook. However, as me and my boyfriend discussed how we both feel like we’re slowly commiting suicide with all this fast food and gas station junk while eating Wendy’s earlier, I knew it was time to take control of my health. The greasiness had us leaning over our tables declaring we had the ‘itis’ and couldn’t possibly walk any further. I mean, have you ever seen someone leave a fast food joint looking happy, perky, or energetic? No. Everyone looks drained, lazy, and sad. Now, I doubt I’ll ever be some health freak because let’s be realistic; I love food. It’s delicious. But I’m vowing to refrain from eating out and to stop being so terrified of a damn spatula. Not just to be thin, but for the sake of my arteries. And to be thin, too.
At first, when Shon looked at me for dinner, I used every excuse I could come up with to prolong the process. But maybe this was the incentive I needed to get me started on perfecting my skills as the world’s top chef, and get me to eating at home. Plus, it’d save us money and a tighter budget is essential now that I’m more than likely moving in. I’m no Samantha from Sam Vs. Food but I’ve got to admit, I was more than proud that I was able to pull off an entire meal without a fire truck ending up at the apartment. It was a simple collation that only consisted of italian style chicken breasts, creamy corn and baked potatoes but hopefully this will motivate me to try more complex meals. I’m excited.
…and a special shout out to Shon for not only being the first dude to send me a dozen roses just because but being the first person to ever send me flowers, period. Ily.
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