Cooking for one.

Usually when I work out a lot, I want to eat all the time. I think I’m usually craving high calorie foods as well, and that means lots of stuff that’s bad for me. But let’s be honest, anything with any flavor is bad for you. Lately, though, I’ve been eating less and getting by with salads. Why? I don’t know. Maybe I hit my head at the gym and I can’t remember it because I hit my head. Nothing hurts, though, so I’m fairly sure that’s not it.

Even my dinner, while not on the “Zone Diet” that’s promoted by Crossfit, wasn’t all that much. I usually don’t like cooking for just myself because I’ve always found a way to hurt myself in the kitchen. Today I had 2 tortillas with peanut butter. It’s space-station astronaut food that I heard about on NPR. Also, you can’t use all that much peanut butter on a tortilla or it gets stuck in your mouth. I had that and a dented up banana, because that’s all you can find late on a Thursday at Trader Joe’s. Oh, and a hard-boiled egg, because boiling water really isn’t cooking, and besides, I bought a egg boiling gadget on Amazon.

Funny how I’m not starving at work, either. I’m not sure this hard-boiled egg and banana diet is going to hold out. Sooner or later I’m going to end up at Jack-in-the-Box talking into the clowns mouth. I suppose you don’t have to do that any more, but WHEN I WAS A KID, YOU HAD TO TALK INTO THE CLOWNS MOUTH IN THE DRIVE-THROUGH. There are rumors that In-N-Out is coming to Portland, but I can’t possibly wait that long.