Within this epic health-kick I have going on, I made a few minor errors. For one, I had a couple of Bloody Mary's on Saturday night and topped them off with a greasy, delicious, authentic Philadelphia cheesesteak. And yesterday, after making my peanut-allergic boyfriend some oil-saturatated Chinese food (because he'll die if he eats the real thing, more than likely), I bought a bag of Hershey's Special Dark Minatures. And although I felt guilty about the Chinese food (because I'm not a huge fan of Lo Mein), the cheesesteak and the chocolate were delicious, which just shows me that no health food, no matter how good it makes me feel, is a replacement for good, amazing junk food.
There's a reason so many people eat junk food: because it tastes amazing. Sure, it might make you feel pretty terrible and possibly gain weight, but it's so delicious, that every once in awhile it just absolutely has to be had. I still enjoy my Kashi products, and eating good, lean meals make me feel more energetic and lighter. But there's something about a juicy, greasy, cheesy sandwich at midnight that just makes you feel alive and happy about life. Would I want one everyday? Probably not, because I'd feel terrible. But eating delicious, greasy food while I'm having some fun just makes the experience a little more fun. I love granola, but I also love nachos. I love carrots, but I also really love dark chocolate.
So I came home from work, at a sensible, well-portioned meal, and then ate five pieces of candy. And you know what? I don't feel bad about it. Eating some bad food every once in awhile is not going to kill me. Eating it on a regular basis, however, will. But it's the little things in life that really makes it worth living. If I were fifty and diabetic, I might have to eat like I do. But I don't, and that's what makes it better. I have the youth and the freedom to choose how I eat without having serious consequences. So sit back and eat some chocolate and a cheesesteak every one in awhile.
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Saturday, February 13, 2010
Day Forty-Seven: Men are the Real Chocolate Fiends
When most people (men or women) think of the number one food women crave, they definitely think chocolate first and foremost. We not only just crave chocolate, but we need it, adore it, savor it, and if it had the power to perform miracles we would probably worship it. It can either make us crazy or subdue us, make us lovey, or be the only man we need in our lives. But I've noticed something astounding lately: men eat more chocolate than women.
I promise you, it's the truth. Where I work, a candy bowl sits temptingly to my right full of Hershey Kisses, Hershey Kisses with Almonds, and on occasion, mini York Peppermint Patties. And throughout my day, I fill this bowl at least twice. Interestingly, a similar bowl sits downstairs on the first floor, and it only needs to be filled maybe once every day, or once every two days. There are also possibly twice as many people on the first floor, as on floor where I am. So why do I go through a bag or two of Hershey Kisses a day? Men.
The only way to the bathroom on the floor I occupy is past my desk. As a result, many people grab candy everytime they walk by. There are, however, three or four ways to get to the bathroom on the first floor, and most of the people who use the main doors on the first floor are women (are you following, so far?). So I sit at my desk, and all day, I watch people take candy, and 95% of the partakers are men. Men eat all the candy.
Why? I can't begin to explain it. I could start a possible Battle of the Sexes riot and venture a guess that women have more willpower. We can more easily say "no, that's not good for us." Or, men could just be less concerned about their appearances. So what if they gain a few pounds? Men generally seem to care less about this anyway. Or, men might just be a little less uptight, generally speaking. They like chocolate, it makes them happy, so they eat it. I really don't know. But it definitely debates the myth that women are the chocolate fiends. We might like chocolate an awful lot, but men obviously like it too.
I promise you, it's the truth. Where I work, a candy bowl sits temptingly to my right full of Hershey Kisses, Hershey Kisses with Almonds, and on occasion, mini York Peppermint Patties. And throughout my day, I fill this bowl at least twice. Interestingly, a similar bowl sits downstairs on the first floor, and it only needs to be filled maybe once every day, or once every two days. There are also possibly twice as many people on the first floor, as on floor where I am. So why do I go through a bag or two of Hershey Kisses a day? Men.
The only way to the bathroom on the floor I occupy is past my desk. As a result, many people grab candy everytime they walk by. There are, however, three or four ways to get to the bathroom on the first floor, and most of the people who use the main doors on the first floor are women (are you following, so far?). So I sit at my desk, and all day, I watch people take candy, and 95% of the partakers are men. Men eat all the candy.
Why? I can't begin to explain it. I could start a possible Battle of the Sexes riot and venture a guess that women have more willpower. We can more easily say "no, that's not good for us." Or, men could just be less concerned about their appearances. So what if they gain a few pounds? Men generally seem to care less about this anyway. Or, men might just be a little less uptight, generally speaking. They like chocolate, it makes them happy, so they eat it. I really don't know. But it definitely debates the myth that women are the chocolate fiends. We might like chocolate an awful lot, but men obviously like it too.
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