My days of tuna salad sandwiches drenched in mayo on beautiful chewy artisan bread or drive-thru burgers and fries on a whim are over. Can't run out for a pizza or stop off for a hoagie. And Chinese isn't an option--I don't do too good with rice. Apples won't work and I've already had a few too many episodes with left over chicken to take any chances with that. Can I take another day of soup? Eh.......no.
Yes, sometimes packing a lunch makes for a bit of misery. Especially on mornings like today. After spending a good deal of last evening and into the night at the hospital with my father, my brain is not working very well. I opened the fridge then opened the pantry then opened the fridge again then went back to the pantry--and I couldn't find a thing to make for lunch. In an overstocked pantry and a nicely stocked fridge, no less! Don't you just hate that? It's not like lunch has to be a feast-- but gee, having something to pack for lunch would be nice. And, oh, I'm so very tired. Knowing that something good to eat will greet me mid day would be so comforting! Yes, even I--Lapband devotee that I am--still look to food for comfort. And, to think--just yesterday, I sat at this very same computer and said that food can't fix the holes in your heart. Well, that was yesterday. This is today. And, I want lunch. I want to pack a lunch that will fill me with anticipation and comfort. Thankfully, I don't have any holes in my heart (at the moment!). Just a few holes in my brain and a huge dent in my energy.
So, there I was standing in front of the fridge this morning....looking deep in the abyss that is my fridge and feeling oh so sorry for myself. I really wanted something good. Something real good. Comforting and enticing. As I fretted and bemoaned my lot in life, I suddenly realized....this is not a new problem. I've stood at that very same fridge door many times before--feeling the same exact way. Just because my mind is frazzled and my body is exhausted and I have a Lapband really is not the problem. There were many days in my I-can-eat-anything-and-as-much-as-I-damn-well-please life (as well as on mornings that I didn't feel quite this brain dead) that I stood in that exact location--looking at a packed fridge- and saw absolutely nothing to make for lunch.
Sure, now I could do the expected thing and ask you--hey, got any ideas? But, since I doubt very much that I've got a large number of readers who are up at this ungodly hour and who would be able to get their suggestions to me quick enough to fix my most current lunch issue, I'm not going to ask. But, for the record--if you have any good or fun lunch suggestions--I'll take them at any time. Instead, I'm going to do what I always do and turn this moment in my life into something much bigger and deeper than it really is--I am going to analyze it and try to walk away with a much better understanding as to why I have enough food to feed a small army and I can't come up with one lousy lunch idea.
Q: Does every moment that involves food have to be a teachable moment, Judi?
A: Why yes it does. I'm on a journey....remember?
Yes, sometimes packing a lunch makes for a bit of misery. Especially on mornings like today. After spending a good deal of last evening and into the night at the hospital with my father, my brain is not working very well. I opened the fridge then opened the pantry then opened the fridge again then went back to the pantry--and I couldn't find a thing to make for lunch. In an overstocked pantry and a nicely stocked fridge, no less! Don't you just hate that? It's not like lunch has to be a feast-- but gee, having something to pack for lunch would be nice. And, oh, I'm so very tired. Knowing that something good to eat will greet me mid day would be so comforting! Yes, even I--Lapband devotee that I am--still look to food for comfort. And, to think--just yesterday, I sat at this very same computer and said that food can't fix the holes in your heart. Well, that was yesterday. This is today. And, I want lunch. I want to pack a lunch that will fill me with anticipation and comfort. Thankfully, I don't have any holes in my heart (at the moment!). Just a few holes in my brain and a huge dent in my energy.
So, there I was standing in front of the fridge this morning....looking deep in the abyss that is my fridge and feeling oh so sorry for myself. I really wanted something good. Something real good. Comforting and enticing. As I fretted and bemoaned my lot in life, I suddenly realized....this is not a new problem. I've stood at that very same fridge door many times before--feeling the same exact way. Just because my mind is frazzled and my body is exhausted and I have a Lapband really is not the problem. There were many days in my I-can-eat-anything-and-as-much-as-I-damn-well-please life (as well as on mornings that I didn't feel quite this brain dead) that I stood in that exact location--looking at a packed fridge- and saw absolutely nothing to make for lunch.
Sure, now I could do the expected thing and ask you--hey, got any ideas? But, since I doubt very much that I've got a large number of readers who are up at this ungodly hour and who would be able to get their suggestions to me quick enough to fix my most current lunch issue, I'm not going to ask. But, for the record--if you have any good or fun lunch suggestions--I'll take them at any time. Instead, I'm going to do what I always do and turn this moment in my life into something much bigger and deeper than it really is--I am going to analyze it and try to walk away with a much better understanding as to why I have enough food to feed a small army and I can't come up with one lousy lunch idea.
Q: Does every moment that involves food have to be a teachable moment, Judi?
A: Why yes it does. I'm on a journey....remember?
5 comments:
Hey Judi -
I am with you on that one. I did make turkey chili last night but it didn't thrill me this morning. But...it make it to my lunch bag.
What's up with Dad? I hope he is okay.
Jody
Judi, Sometimes I love food and then there's time I hate it. I don't know what you are permitted with your band, but today I'm having PBJ on cracked wheat. Do you have any idea how hard it is to find cracked wheat in this thriving metropolis? What's up with Frank? Is he ok? I'll add him to the prayer list. Keep smiling!
Hey, what happened to your father?
I'm not a lunch packer. Never was. Poor kids of mine just had to buy lunch. The one time I made my husband a lunch, I was all proud of myself. Sonofabitch forgot it!
How about some cheese,green beans and some peaches or pears.
Hope dad is ok.
Sorry forgot to add my name to that last post. Lucy
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