People assume that I don’t get cravings for deliciously-horribly-bad-for-me things because I generally like healthy foods. I DO, people, I’m HUMAN!
Sometimes the fight between me and my willpower is more of an epic battle than I let on. . . It’s a full-on throwdown sometimes because my sense of smell is really acute. I try to remind myself it will smell better than it will taste…but once and a while a little voice will say “bullshit!” and go on to describe it to me.
THANKS, inner voices.
The struggle is real!
Frustrating it may be at times, I suffer from Misophonia – that’s just the reality. I also have more generalized sensitivity to noise and to light – fun stuff in a crazy, overly stimulating world! I try not to let on too much, but anyone close to me knows how extreme it can be (and it isn’t something I can control.)
I love my heavy metal, and I love light streaming into a room…but sometimes noise and light can be too much, and I either need a much darker “sanctuary” or I need ear plugs. Or both! I certainly have endeavored to desensitize over time but it’s just something I’ve had to resign myself to…
But that goddamn microwave beep. . . Microwave tones at ALL…they drive me nuts! And I’m always steaming vegetables, making eggs, or reheating my chicken so it isn’t like I have choice! Still…there’s always preemptively stopping the countdown so I don’t have to listen to a MULTITUDE of beeps in succession (yes, nails-on-a-chalkboard for this chick!)
Everyone is always so quick to say there’s five seconds in which you can pick up your food an be safe. I think as a figure skater who dropped food on the floor during summer training (when the rink was open but the snack bar wasn’t) the “five second rule” was more in effort to salvage even the tiniest morsel of food…lest I (like one of our cats claims an hour before dinner time) waste immediately away to a pile of skeletal remains.
The sad reality is, though…it happens much quicker. I’m not sure who assumed germs are so nice-ie-nice but, hello, they aren’t exactly counting down on our behalf. . . E.g.: “Hang on, Irv! Kid didn’t realize he dropped that – let’s give him an opportunity to pick it up first!”
No…they’re just like our vacuum…er…cat…. They’re on those crumbs double-time (sorry to burst any dreamy bubbles.)
(For the record, that didn’t stop me. The lofty claim of germy kindness remaining my scientific excuse so I didn’t (not) starve to death. 😉 )
I have an entire folder dedicated to the food photo bombs my husband has managed to pull off…
But…I wouldn’t have it any other way because we have SO much fun, and humor in Life and partnership is so integral.
Surround yourself with people who make you laugh, who pull you out of your comfort zone, your habits, yourself and your mind… Laugh and love, because Life is amazing when you inject a little fun.
I almost fell out of the chair laughing at this one. It’s almost exactly like Pinterest when there are incredibly, and frankly abnormally graceful, recipe results with an “easy recipe” paired with it… Doesn’t happen. ISN’T that simple, people.
Nice try with the “simple” breakfast bull too.