Why is my favorite kind of Chinese food probably the worst thing for me? I love General Tso’s Chicken with fried rice and a side of Crab Rangoon. Yummy! Or, “Yum-O,” as Rachael Ray on the Food Network says. But, there probably wasn’t anything healthy about that entire meal except the bottle of H2O I had with it.
Why does my body want bad food? Why does my mind think about that kind of food?
I wonder what it would be like to live in a world where I craved only healthy foods and felt nauseated over anything fried, super sweet, or fat-laden.
Don’t think that I hate vegetables or healthy foods of any kind. That isn’t true at all. I love green beans, broccoli, and a bunch of other veggies and could eat them with every meal if I had them in abundance. I love salads and whole grains, too. I pretty much lived on yogurt and baby carrots for lunch when I taught, but this kind of food isn’t always available at all the meals I prepare now. Now it seems that even when I do deliberately buy fresh veggies and good for me cereals, I end up not getting them all used up before they get bad or grow bored of them. I like to cook and bake, so why don’t I automatically think of awesome ways to prepare and use these foods?
Am I the only one that gets frustrated and sees this as a dilemma? What happened to me? I ate and cooked way better in high school and college. Now, I just think of what I can make fast. Aagghh!
Well, I feel a smidgen better having blogged about my frustrations. It isn’t General Tso’s fault that I like his chicken so well.:-) Eating it every once in a while is fine (unless I’m restricted due to some physical ailment someday), but I know that I would eat it AND a piece of cheesecake twice a week if I were offered them.