Being a survivor of the 1980's food pyramid which consisted of spaghettios, kool-aid and Hostess Twinkies, its a wonder that I like real food at all. I love to sit down to a plate full of veggies fruit and whole grain what-evers. The social implications of admitting that one loves the smell of spaghettios and the taste of purplesaurus Rex along with pretty much any Hostess product is rather damaging to any credibility one may have in the food realm. But in secret, the thought of sitting down with anyone of those things gives me a sense of being at home with myself...all plump and happy. But happy for a time....soon comes despair and regret and wishing to have made better choices. As people, we have the chance to choose. To make the good decisions or bad ones. For a time, the not so good decisions satisfy a temporary need but however long it lasts, there's a consequence of some kind that comes eventually. You'd think it would be easy to make the good choices. Good choices are sometimes the hardest. Whether its raising a child, a dog or even a garden. Sometimes I really don't want to weed but then I'm so very happy with it once I'm done. Why can't I think of the end result while I'm contemplating my choices!?! You might take this as complaining and yeah, maybe I am a little but I think I speak for the masses and I'm not alone in my boat. I have said to myself, if only I knew then what I know now. I can kick myself for all my mistakes or I could learn from them. Although, there's a part of me that's thankful for all those spaghettio & kool-aid days. Remembering myself looking at a Twinkie and wondering how they got the cream inside brings a flood of warm, happy memories...could you have the same kind of childhood memories with a tomato and oat nut sandwich with a side of side of quinoa??? Maybe so, but I like mine just they way they are...let the social implications come, hear my purplesaurus roar!!
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Purplesaurus Roar!
Being a survivor of the 1980's food pyramid which consisted of spaghettios, kool-aid and Hostess Twinkies, its a wonder that I like real food at all. I love to sit down to a plate full of veggies fruit and whole grain what-evers. The social implications of admitting that one loves the smell of spaghettios and the taste of purplesaurus Rex along with pretty much any Hostess product is rather damaging to any credibility one may have in the food realm. But in secret, the thought of sitting down with anyone of those things gives me a sense of being at home with myself...all plump and happy. But happy for a time....soon comes despair and regret and wishing to have made better choices. As people, we have the chance to choose. To make the good decisions or bad ones. For a time, the not so good decisions satisfy a temporary need but however long it lasts, there's a consequence of some kind that comes eventually. You'd think it would be easy to make the good choices. Good choices are sometimes the hardest. Whether its raising a child, a dog or even a garden. Sometimes I really don't want to weed but then I'm so very happy with it once I'm done. Why can't I think of the end result while I'm contemplating my choices!?! You might take this as complaining and yeah, maybe I am a little but I think I speak for the masses and I'm not alone in my boat. I have said to myself, if only I knew then what I know now. I can kick myself for all my mistakes or I could learn from them. Although, there's a part of me that's thankful for all those spaghettio & kool-aid days. Remembering myself looking at a Twinkie and wondering how they got the cream inside brings a flood of warm, happy memories...could you have the same kind of childhood memories with a tomato and oat nut sandwich with a side of side of quinoa??? Maybe so, but I like mine just they way they are...let the social implications come, hear my purplesaurus roar!!
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