This is a pretty rambly post. I’m tired. Oh and apparently rambly is not a word.
It’s been food central at my office lately. Our art department has been doing some sales/employee appreciation events for everyone. Yesterday was ice cream. I had a little bit. Maybe half a cup. This morning, an email came out saying that art was throwing a pizza luau for lunch. On the calendar for the afternoon, monthly birthday cake.
I had already brought my lunch to work, so I decided beforehand that pizza wasn’t worth it. I often get into the habit of eating stuff around the office because either it’s just there or because everyone else is and I’m trying to be somewhat social (which is something that I struggle with sometimes).
So, instead of eating the pizza, I just stood around and chatted, which was a little awkward, and then when people seemed to be finished eating, I popped the lunch that I brought into the microwave. Did I wish I had eaten pizza? No. Once I got past the awkward feeling of standing there while most everyone else was eating and I wasn’t, I didn’t miss anything. I decided that I didn’t really need the cookie cake either for that matter.
That’s not to say that I think I should never eat the treats that are in the office. I did have a mini-cupcake that someone’s wife made. I just feel like there’s a major difference between a homemade baked good, and a small one at that and a Domino’s Pizza and a Publix cookie cake. I’ve had both of those things a million times (they do the cookie cake every month), I don’t need to always have them because they’re there.
After work, I went to a 6:45 spinning class which meant that I didn’t get home until 8. Murphy needed to be walked so by the time I did that, it was 8:15. I was hungry and had a few Triscuts while debating what to make. It was getting late and my first instinct was to make…wait for it…a frozen pizza!
But then I thought about how I was pleased that I didn’t eat the work pizza just because it was there so why am I going to now eat a frozen pizza just because it was getting late?
Look at that, it’s not frozen pizza!
And who knows, maybe the nutritional information is similar. But I know that I feel better mentally when I make myself a real dinner. I feel better about myself when I eat with intention. When my intention is to eat a healthy meal, than I should do it and not let other factors get in the way!
(Recipe for Peanutty Vegetable Soba Noodles is here!)