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Last
night I had the weirdest dream ever. I was working at Bada Bing, but in
this dream, instead of being a strip club, the place was a perfectly
ordinary supermarket. Silvio was going around giving grumpy
instructions to everybody who was working there, and since I was
working at the checkout, I also got my share of it. I think that I had
screwed up something since he talked to me for a while and sounded
pretty angry, but I can't remember any more what it was. Later, I went
home to my wife, but instead of my real wife it was my first
girlfriend. We had apparently got married back then, and she was
therefore my actual wife in this parallel universe. This didn't seem
strange at all, and I was like "Hi honey, how was your day?" and all
that. She had, of course, aged as much as I have since those days. In
reality, I haven't seen her since the first year in university, so I
don't know to what extent my imagination corresponds to reality, but
she had aged pretty well.
At some point I looked into a mirror and saw myself the way that I looked like when I was at my most slender last year, about 20 pounds lighter than after all porking up until the last weekend. The difference was quite drastic, somewhat of a wakeup call. After I woke up shortly afterwards, this memory had erased all my desire to eat. I now have no doubt whatsoever that I will reach the same low weight again in a month or so. I have already lost five pounds since the weekend, so it shouldn't be a problem.
In our modern world of abundance, food doesn't really cost anything assuming that you make it yourself, even if you don't pay much attention to clipping coupons and finding good bargains. This week, I have been eating nothing but salad for lunch. Two dollars buys a big bag that makes three lunches when mixed with shredded cheese, bacon bits and some light Caesar dressing. Good and simple eating and not harmful at all when it comes to calories.
Inspired by writings of Theodore Dalrymple, a few weeks ago I checked out a few Indian grocery stores in the nearby Cooksville area. (Before I knew the actual name of that area, I just took a cue from The Simpsons and called it "Ethnictown".) For some reason, small ethnic grocery stores flourish there in the world of megamarkets. I didn't really know what I should get, but then I found a brand of various frozen Indian vegetarian foods. I bought a bunch of these products, and we have had them for dinner a couple of times now. And it is perfectly good, simple and healthy food for a relatively low price. Of course it is just flour and other basic stuff mixed and cooked together so that if I knew how to make it myself, it would be virtually free.
But in this town, the poor sure don't have the excuse of being obese because they don't have proper grocery stores available but have to eat high-calorie convenience foods and fast food!
At some point I looked into a mirror and saw myself the way that I looked like when I was at my most slender last year, about 20 pounds lighter than after all porking up until the last weekend. The difference was quite drastic, somewhat of a wakeup call. After I woke up shortly afterwards, this memory had erased all my desire to eat. I now have no doubt whatsoever that I will reach the same low weight again in a month or so. I have already lost five pounds since the weekend, so it shouldn't be a problem.
In our modern world of abundance, food doesn't really cost anything assuming that you make it yourself, even if you don't pay much attention to clipping coupons and finding good bargains. This week, I have been eating nothing but salad for lunch. Two dollars buys a big bag that makes three lunches when mixed with shredded cheese, bacon bits and some light Caesar dressing. Good and simple eating and not harmful at all when it comes to calories.
Inspired by writings of Theodore Dalrymple, a few weeks ago I checked out a few Indian grocery stores in the nearby Cooksville area. (Before I knew the actual name of that area, I just took a cue from The Simpsons and called it "Ethnictown".) For some reason, small ethnic grocery stores flourish there in the world of megamarkets. I didn't really know what I should get, but then I found a brand of various frozen Indian vegetarian foods. I bought a bunch of these products, and we have had them for dinner a couple of times now. And it is perfectly good, simple and healthy food for a relatively low price. Of course it is just flour and other basic stuff mixed and cooked together so that if I knew how to make it myself, it would be virtually free.
But in this town, the poor sure don't have the excuse of being obese because they don't have proper grocery stores available but have to eat high-calorie convenience foods and fast food!
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