I Was Brought Up And NOT Dragged Up!

There is a place that I go to for lunch sometimes. They do barbequed jerk chicken with salad for £3.50. It is affordable and ideal because there are no heavy carbs to make you feel bloated and distorted. It is also quick because the chicken is always on the grill and ready, fresh for my mouth. Not too long ago I had a bad experience there where I had ordered my food and when I had finished paying at the till there was no room in front of me to go to the counter where the food is picked up because there were a lot people in front of me queuing for their food. As I was standing in the way of the people that wanted to order I moved away to the far end of the food counter. I had my ticket so it wasn’t like I was trying to push in as the ticket tells the time of the order.

Are Abusive Parents The Cause Of Childhood Obesity?

Overfeeding children is being likened to starving children. To an extent that is true as both have negative consequences but the difference is that parents who overfeed their children have different intentions to those that starve their children’s. Food is used as a treat, lack of food a punishment. Many parents think that they are showing their love by overfeeding their children. Although I was never fat as a kid and it wasn’t unhealthy stuff she would do it with my mother was definitely a “feeder.”

Don’t Give Me Tinned Salmon and Tell Me It Is Smoked

So off I went to the pub. I made the healthiest choice I could by choosing a salmon with lemon mayo salad wrap. Before I ordered this wrap I wanted to know if it was smoked salmon or not. If it was not smoked I was going to switch the order to a chicken Caesar salad wrap. My colleague asked the guy who was taking the order if it was tinned salmon. The guy looked bewildered, so I cut in, “Is it from a can?” He still looks blankly. My colleague tries again, “What kind of salmon is it?” Ok we are not getting anywhere. One last try, “Is it smoked salmon?” WOW! A response, He became animated, and decided to open his mouth and talk, “Yes, yes.”

Don’t Try And Feed Me KFC When I’m On A Diet

If you are familliar with the woman without the gallstones where I work (WWGS) you will know that since my COLONIC IRRIGATION she knows that I am on a diet, which I’ve told her means no wheat, no dairy, no red meat and no fast food. She had been complying somewhat. Today I think she thought that she would try to break me. She went to lunch before me today and she came back with a Kentucky Fried Chicken bag, which is quite normal for her, nothing out of the ordinary. she sits down at her desk and takes 2 paper bags out of the plastic KFC bag. She then presents me with one of the bags,

I Love Licking Plates And Bowls – So What?

Sometimes when I am in doubt about licking a plate, I take time to think about the situation that I find myself in; after all I don’t need to lick a plate. If I want more food I can have more food. I am not in bootcamp where food is rationed, I am not starving. I tell myself, “no don’t do it” but then I flashback to a picture that was taken Christmas 1987. The reason this picture sticks in my head is that my brother has claimed ownership of it and likes to bring it out every time I see him to remind me of where I “came from.”

Overdosing on Iron By Way Of Excessive Spinach Consumption

So in the last blog I told you all about these hateful motherfuckers that I have to deal with on a day to day basis. Today I brought in lunch of sweet potato, spinach, mushroom, and tomato. I was sitting there eating it and doing a crossword when the woman that made some stupid comment that last time said, “Dunno what you’re eating all that spinach for, you are only going to overdose on iron.”

Hateful Bitches!

Yesterday I was alone sitting in another office on the computer watching videos on YouTube. I was sitting on a high chair. The main base of the computer (you know the bit with the floppy disk drive that holds all the information was on the floor) and I had one foot propped up on it and another crossed over that leg.

Picky Eaters Irk Me

My pet peeve is picky eaters… can’t stand em. So many different tastes to experience and they spend their time deciphering what not to eat rather than what to eat.