I’m kind of bad at actually resting and relaxing at home. (On vacation, with a tropical drink in hand? Sure.)
I’m always doing something–cleaning, blogging, catching up on something on my to-do list.
But I have the beginnings of a cold, so last night, I didn’t clean. I didn’t blog. I didn’t do anything productive. I laid on the couch and read a book.
And ordered some takeout, since being sick makes me really hungry for some reason. I got sweet and sour tofu from Zen Palate, a vegetarian restaurant. This satisfied my Chinese food craving without being too unhealthy. I wouldn’t call it healthy, but it’s definitely made with more quality ingredients than regular Chinese food.
I actually had a second lunch, too, since chicken noodle soup didn’t even come close to satisfying my hunger. I had a hot Italian Margherita wrap from Pret, and it was amazing–once I took out the olives.
Does being sick make you really hungry, too? What’s your favorite food when you’re sick?
[Let me work it. Put my thing down, flip it and reverse it.]
Tonight, I caught up with my friend Lacey. We hung around my apartment for a little while before taking a walk to find some food. We didn’t walk too far before ending up at Ollie’s, a Chinese restaurant.
I was more tired than hungry, so I just stuck with chicken and vegetables with some brown rice, and started with a spring roll. As I wasn’t terribly hungry, this was fine and hit the spot.
When I got home, I idly reached for some chocolate chip cookies on my kitchen counter. They’re packaged chunky Chips Ahoy, and they used to be my favorite chocolate chip cookies. My mom brought them in a few weeks ago when I was sick. I realized tonight that they just don’t do anything for me any more–neither calorically nor emotionally. My tastes have certainly changed a lot since I changed my diet and my life. I’m so much more aware of flavors now, and I savor every bite of the tasty flavors. I don’t think I noticed how food tastes quite as much before I lost weight. I was just eating too much, too quickly and too bland/fried food to realize.
I also don’t feel any more like I need to satisfy every craving like it is my last chance to eat something. (That’s not to say I don’t give in to my cravings sometimes, but, let’s be real–as much as I love healthy food now, I still crave fried food fairly often. It’s a daily battle.) Therefore, when I do eat it, it’s a bit more special, and therefore “worth” it.