For Memorial Day McFattery I bought some fried bananas to go with my fried chicken. I hadn't yet finished them off so this morning after my run I thought, "Hey, I'll stick 'em in this here smoothie with the choco protein powder and frozen strawberries."
Hmm.
This might have gone down fine when I wasn't running as frequently, but boy was it narst. I might be able to salvage in a pancake experiment I'm about to embark on (instead of 1 c milk, I'll do 1/2 c milk and 1/2 c smoothie), but I could taste the non-freshness of the fried banana. Blech.
I remember when during season for crew my sophomore year, I couldn't stand fried foods or even soda. All I wanted was to push cows out of the way and start chewing on crazy vegetable action. I would have two salads for dinner. The feedback recursive loopy algorithmic thing looked a little like
- My body was healthier because I was working out all the time, so it was demanding healthier foods
- So I started eating foods that were better for me
- And then my body got even healthier
- One watches TV and one's body does not notice if you cram it full of ... fried chicken
- So you keep eating ... fried chicken
- And then you can no longer move from your spot in front of the TV
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