Yesterday, I was so busy feeling like I was suffocating at the bottom of Mariana’s Trench that I didn’t do a food diary entry. But today I stumbled upon “A Guide to Eating Very Particular Feelings“:
FEELING: The one where you’ve built an idea about the future like an intricate origami creature inside your chest, and slowly or suddenly the possibilities turn into impossibilities and for hours or days there’s a rustling in your rib cage as the complex structure destroys itself, unfolding and flattening, unfolding and flattening pleat by pleat.
HOW TO EAT IT: Maybe just like an entire loaf of bread. Put butter on it. Put anything you can find on it.
Can I get an “Amen”?
But instead I offer the following:
PROPOSED ALTERNATIVE: Orange Braised Beef with Cauliflower “rice”. Consumed with a side of Citalopram and some dark chocolate, after finally going to a doctor. We’ll see what happens, but hopefully this was a big step towards getting back on track with my lifting, my diet and my life in general. Time to begin folding once more.