So, my plan for lunch today was to go to the Asian food place and get some nom nom lettuce wraps to eat. But STARING AT MY FUCKING FACE was a sign saying “happy hour special!” — that began right at the time that I showed up to get my lunch.
As anyone that knows me will tell you, if there’s a deal — I’m on it. Buy 2 Economy-Sized boxes of Baking Soda and get a 3rd Free? I’m in! A BOGO on wilting strawberries at Giant? COUNT ME IN! This Happy Hour special involved a delish full meal — with a soup and an entree — and even a soda (I love soda, this is why I don’t have it at the house).
So, I gave in, and got the happy hour special, which included a take-out cup-size portion of Asian chicken noodle soup (lemony and cilantro-y! my faves) and Beef with Brocolli, since it’s the only entree that didn’t have any meat or vegetable deep-fried into delicious oblivion.
I sat at my desk, savoring the noodle soup that ended up burning my tongue — and I have to say, that I’m satisfied in terms of how much food I can fit into my stomach. But sitting next to me, is a delicious, still-warm, helping of Beef and Brocolli just being to be covered in Rooster sauce and put inside my mouth!
Continue reading →
Tags: adolescence, body image, chinese food, fat kid, food, happiness, health, self-esteem, self-love, weight loss