Yep, Another Rant

I don't know why, but I get so frustrated when I am in the kitchen cooking, and someone walks in and eats something else.

On major holidays, it's acceptable. I don't expect anyone to wait 6 hours to eat on Thanksgiving or Christmas, especially when my butt is in there chowing down on whatever scraps I have left from stuffing or sweet potatoes or greens.

But on a Monday night when I am cooking dinner at a reasonable hour, I fully expect you to wait until dinner is finished to eat. If I'm making fish and rice with steamed veggies, why would you eat a bowl of mushy cereal? Because really, tilapia doesn't take that long to cook, and okay fine, I took as short break partway through to put T-Boog to sleep, but the rice was cooking anyway.

I don't know if it's because I feel like my cooking isn't appreciated, but really, I don't cook for myself. If I'm alone I'll make a salad or throw together some leftovers to feed myself. When I cook, it's not for me, and the fact that she would rather have cereal irks me like no other.

Heheh. Ya'll know that's a lie. I'd rather eat alone than sit across from someone who chews with their mouth open. Or see someone not pick up their puppy poops so Rosco and Ka'i try to eat it. Or ... well you get the point.

But anyway, I guess it's fine in a sense because now there's more for me. That girl worries me though, she doesn't eat enough, and when she does eat, she binges. I have an issue with dieters. I don't see why the focus can't be getting healthy, rather than being thin, but I know, hate on the skinny bitch. I may be skinny, but I'm still skinny-fat.

Thin but not exactly healthy? Me. All the way. I eat healthy, but I need to be more active. Which reminds me, I really noticed myself losing weight when I first got pregnant, and I think it's because I did three small things.

I stopped eating fast food more than once or twice a week. And since T-Boog was born, I still don't eat out, but more for a money reason as opposed to health. Mostly.

I also stopped watching TV. Now, when I was pregnant I kept falling asleep and missing the good parts and when you're not up on the story, it just isn't as fun to sit on your butt for an hour staring at a big-ass TV.

And. I started walking the dogs twice a day. It's only for about 10 minutes each time, but it meakes me feel better emotionally, and I'm sure it helped a bit with the swollen ankles too.

That's it. It's not like I diet, and maybe I was blessed with a faster metabolism than most, but it's not like I rely on just that to stay this size.

Somehow I just don't think she's going to do well eating Corn Flakes three times a day. It can't be healthy. So that's why she needs to eat my odd-flavored American cooking.