Baby Carrot Breakfast

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In light of the fact I have vowed not to eat dairy and sugar for, well, a long time or until I go out of my mind. And, in light of the fact I live with a very skinny Pageant Barbie, I have been for the past four days subsisting off protein bars and diet coke.

Not a very healthy combination.

Today, I decided to kick things up a notch and add baby carrots to the mix. Plus a little cold coffee with some non-dairy creamer. And then, a few veggie chips for lunch.

The culinary delights in my life never cease to amaze me.

If you find me curled up on my office floor, my cheeks full of carrots like a not-so-adorable rabbit and my stomach hurling in rebellion:

Don't say I didn't warn you.

3 Responses to “Baby Carrot Breakfast”

  1. Blogger joy 

    It's a bunny suicide! Death by carrots!

  2. Blogger QOS 

    i'm going on a bean-bamboo diet.

    coffee beans, cocoa beans, sugar cane.

  3. Blogger Jon37 

    OK, in all seriousness you really can get sick if you eat poorly. My doc always says the only diet he can recommend is the south beach one- which is not that bad and more of a lifestyle change if you make the changes like all whole wheat stuff.

    Of course, if you excersized you could burn anything off. And here I should quote quite John Candy in Stripes....

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This odd narrative is my life. I ended up in Pittsburgh, of all places--from the beach. I have no hobbies, other than cooking excessively and eating microwave popcorn. I enjoy shopping, the Food network, hiding the remote so the Food network cannot be turned off, find ethnic food stores and restaurants and reading voraciously. My life is decidedly pedestrian.

I worked in the car business where I was required to be ruthless and soul-less wench, which is when I started this project. Since then, I've kept it up because secretly, I've always wanted to join the military. Every male in my mother's family has joined and I quietly entertain thoughts of joining. I haven't yet and don't know if I ever will, but sending the troops cookies keeps me sane. it makes me think I still have a shred of human kindness left in my withering soul. it's a small way for me to salute the men and women who are brave enough to fight for freedom. And makes me feel like I'm contributing toward troop morale--even if I'm not. So if you want to help, send me addresses of troops you know stationed overseas. you may also contribute toward the cost of chocolate chips, but don't feel obligated, that link is here only by request.

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