Whoopee!

I discreetly smuggled my dessert out of the building….

Sure, it’s a whoopee pie, but the big whoopee is dialing in my eating on the work schedule. It’s a little awkward and been a little mountain of a molehill.

My shifts start at ten, breakfast break. So if I walk in to the salad room, it’s empty, no bueno start for me. So I arrive a few minutes early, then @10 grab some protein and chomp for a few minutes, then it’s a full haul to 2 for lunch.

Stomach empty, I’m hungry, options abound. I’ve been eating with my eyes, and dialing that back, nailed it today (is half the plate vegetables?!)

Dinner break is at 4:30, stomach not empty, options abound. I find portion size is CRUCIAL here or I’m miserable later in the evening. So soup under some entree in a small bowl helps.

Wednesday is Sundae Bar so I just have ice cream for delayed/second desert and a light later “dinner snack” at home. Its ridonculous how well THAT works!!

This summer I was reminded of a saying in The Foundation (book about rethinking the core, it’s more the lower back than abs) regarding meals:

Eat like a king in the morning,

Like a queen at lunch,

As a pauper would for dinner.

The idea is to not sleep on a full stomach, it just makes zero sense, practically speaking. For me, food IS comfort and deliciousness, but the real measure is practicality.

Is this fuel my body can process well?

Today I nailed it, a whoopee many just could care less about. I get it, that’s fine (not really as food issues are plaguing our society and healthcare system, but “food freedom” is a personal choice whether it’s healthy for the individual and/or planet.)

Whoopee cushion….