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| Hello! Welcome to the first edition of "I live like an animal...", where I tell you what non-nutritious, pitiful meals I ate for the day.
First, some backstory. I have recently moved across the country all by my lonesome to pursue dreams of various sorts. Overall, it's been a pretty smooth transition. However, in one area, I'm definitely feeling the hurt. And that's in my food and nutrition.
Up until recently, I'd been living with momma and daddy and Dandy. This had the wonderful side effect of 1) me not cooking, and 2) free delicious food that 3) I didn't have to prepare myself. Flesty tummy = happy!
Now that I'm on my own, I have to fend for myself. (Flesty tummy = sad.) Here's what I ate today.
Breakfast:
Today my delicious breakfast consisted of tortilla chips with a hint of lime and hot salsa.
Lunch/Dinner:
Lunch/dinner for today will consist of Chef Boyardee beef ravioli that I have microwaved. For dessert, I will likely enjoy canned fruit, the tropical mix variety.
Percentage daily salt consumed: 500%, probably.
We'll see how long I can live like this.
ANY ideas for easy (and also, hopefully, nutritious and filling) meals are welcome. Seriously, y'all. I'm eating chips for breakfast here.
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PS. I am a long-eared jerboa.
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| Alright, kids. It's head explosion time.
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| Okay, so I'm kind of disorganized. So last Sunday morning I was frantically cleaning my room because we were having family over for Easter, and I noticed that I just left my two checkbooks lying out. Not knowing what check fraud skills my baby cousins (age 9 and 7) had picked up in school, from peers, or on the Internet, I decided to be safe and hide my checkbook from them. (Yes, I'm very paranoid. paranoid. Almost stupidly so.) Also, I hadn't seen my cousin's kinda shady husband in almost 10 years.
So I hid them out of sight. Somewhere. I'm really, really good at hiding things. In fact, I was so good at hiding my one checkbook that I have no idea where it is and can't find it.
Sigh. Sometimes I just suck. I really make my life more difficult than it has to be.
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