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Good morning!

How is everyone?

School is insane.  Working and going to school at the same time?  Even more insane.  I’m a full time student, like I mentioned before, but I never knew it would be this crazy.  Every professor treats us like his class is the only class, and doesn’t hesitate to assign us 50+ pages of reading each night, plus homework atop of all of it.

Then there’s work, which is great, but exhausting.  I’m up way earlier than I ever thought I would be (around sevenish) and not making it to bed until almost midnight, or later, these days.  I don’t get home until 8 or later on worknights, and 7 pm on school nights, and that’s only with the mercy of Em taking me home after her last class.  If I waited for Amor to pick me up, I’d be getting home around 8-ish, as well.

In other words, I’m “working” twelve-plus hours a day (Fridays have me running around from 5 am until around 8 pm, so that’s a 15 hour  work day), every day, except Thursdays (the only time I can schedule doctors’ appointments, so they’re already spoken for) and Sundays, and my boss has already told me he plans for me to start working Sundays so I can start organizing the office.

Can you tell I’m a bit overwhelmed right now?

And I don’t even know when I’ll find time to study.  That’s not even accounted into my epic work days.  Yikes.

It’s not all bad, though.  My classes are promising, though don’t get me started on the arrogance and hypocrisy of my Environmental Ethics class.  However, the content seems interesting.  If only that racist woman in the back would shut up, and the smelly tattooed guy in the front would stop calling us parasites, I’d be fine.

Work is great, actually.  Like I’ve said before, I get along fairly well with my boss, and the workload, while constant and steady, is essentially routine and easy.  No complaints.  Plus, a bit extra pocket change never hurt anyone, ne?

Porridge makes those early wake-ups easier.

The only major issue I’m having right now, then, is my eats.

First, I tried a lighter breakfast, then planned on having a snack after my first class.  Hah!  My body let me know right away that was not acceptable.  (I’m a chronic bottomless pit, by the way — 2 whole grain rice cakes, 2-3 heaping tbs of peanut butter, and a large banana barely kept my tummy quiet for three hours.)  To keep it from overtalking my professor, I was stealthily stuffing my lunch into my mouth every time he turned away.

Then, I tried a heavier breakfast, and forced myself to eat every last bite to make sure I’d stay full.  Nope.  Was starving again mid-class.  Fortunately, I had planned ahead and packed almonds and raisins, and that definitely helped, but clearly my body is rebelling against this new eating schedule.

Breakfast, as messy as it is, always remains so photogenic, don't you agree?

Since my tummy clearly can’t distinguish between a lighter meal and a heavier meal, I’m going to go back to the lighter breakfast, and pack more snacks to eat in class.

Last night, at the grocery store, I picked up a few dried pineapple rings (doused in chili powder — omg, good!) and some dried mango, and I have tons of almonds (Amor picked up a huge tub at Costco, thinking his fantasy football buddies would eat them all, and no surprise, they didn’t) and tons of ziploc baggies to cram my dried fruit and nuts into.

Lunch has been boring and, sadly, not filling.  I think part of the problem is that I’m having to wait until around 4:30 to eat it, when I’ve been up since seven or eight that morning already and I’m running on breakfast and a handful of nuts and grapes until that point.  Eight hours without a real meal?  Oi, that’s a no-go if there every was one.

So, I’m half-starved, and at that point, my satiety signals are completely broken, and I’m ready to eat my entire arm.  Le sigh.

Melty, drippy almond butter with almond slices. Creamy crunchy good!

My other option is to make my breakfast extra fatty and protein-y.  I’ve been googling the dangers of eating more than one egg a day (me, the eternal paranoid) and can’t find any hard evidence that it’s not safe, so I may try it.  Plus, it’s only three days a week, so that still comes out to six eggs a week.

Anyone have any egg breakfast recipes they want to share?

My wonderful Em bought me some almond meal at TJ’s when she was out of town last week, too.  Do you have an almond meal recipe you’d be willing to share with me?

Ate all of it, then went back for another tablespoon of almond butter. Yummage!

Breakfast was a simple ordeal.  I got smart earlier this week and made a huge pot of quinoa.  All I have to do for breakfast now, then, is reconstitute it.

Basically, I dump a heaping cup of my cooked quinoa into a pot, add enough water to make it creamy, add cinnamon and vanilla, cook, add an egg, add almond milk, cook some more, and top it with whatever I so fancy.  Today, it was a banana and a cup of frozen blueberries, thawed, and two tbs of almond butter as well as a huge fistful of sliced almonds.

Next week, I’m going to cook a huge pot of kasha.  It seriously simplifies things.  Don’t know why I didn’t try it sooner, really.

What do you eat when you know you have to stay full for several hours?

Thanks for reading!

❤ Kaz

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Good afternoon!

Okay, so that loud whooshing sound is me letting out my breath.  I was so worried I might offend somebody with last night’s post that I actually forwarded it to my sister for a “sensitivity check” and still fretted I might hurt somebody with it.

I know.  I’m the sensitive one, so worried about upsetting everyone else.  Yep.

I appreciate you guys sharing with me the charities that are close to your heart.  I realize that you shared something with me that was very personal and intimate, and I’m touched that you comfortable enough to share that with me.  Thank you!

Anyway, thanks for the suggestions on haircare!  Surprisingly, that circa-2003 Suave is the best stuff I’ve used before, but another type of Suave made my hair fall out.  You win some, you lose some.

Perhaps I should just look at recipes for making my own shampoo?

Speaking of recipes, while I don’t have an official one for you here today — it’s stuff you’re all familiar with — I had a total win with my breakfast today.

It was so good that I actually didn’t eat it.

Peach Cobbler Breakfast MIM

I threw together a simple MIM — 3 tbs peanut flour, 1/4 tsp baking powder, cinnamon and vanilla, 1/3 cup (estimated) applesauce, and a whole egg — and microwaved it for a couple minutes.

There was a peach on the counter beckoning to me, and I couldn’t resist.  I chopped it into bite-sized pieces (it was an epic Costco peach, by the way) then threw it into the nuker for about two and a half minutes, until it was simmering in its own juices.  I added a sprinkle of cinnamon and vanilla to the peaches, then added a splash of almond milk to round out the flavor.

I layered the MIM into the bottom of my bowl, added the peach, then topped it with an almond butter sauce (almond butter + almond milk, nuked) and a handful of sliced almonds.

It tasted like dessert, seriously.

Omigosh.

Holy yum, but this stuff was good.

I ate a few bites of it, until I realized that there was no way my conscience would let me keep this to myself.  I had to let Amor try it.

He’s generally very receptive to trying new things, but mostly, he tastes my food to be polite.  So, when I offered him a bite, I acknowledged that he accepted it not because my breakfast looked good, but he wanted to spare my feelings.

It even looks delicious! Or not.

He took the bite, and that’s when a curious expression crossed his face.

“Did you like it?”

“It tastes like a cobbler!”

Great.  My breakfast tastes like shoes.  Or rather, a shoemaker.

I'll definitely be making this again.

I ate a few more bites, then asked Amor if he wanted another taste, and was completely floored when he said yes.

What?  He’s actually wanting to eat something that is Kaz-Food?

I was so thrilled that he enjoyed it, that I offered him the rest.  He demurred for a moment, but after confirming that I didn’t mind giving up my breakfast to him, he actually happily accepted it!  Say what?

Then the questions started. “There has to be sugar in this, right?”

Nope.  It was sweetened with applesauce and peach juice.  Really? Really.

“What flour did you use?  That’s peanut flour?”  Yep.  Did I use peanut butter?  Nope, that’s almond butter.

You know it’s a victory when your meat-and-potatoes guy finishes off the entire breakfast and loves it.

Have you ever made something healthful and was surprised when somebody else actually liked it?  What’s your favorite “healthy” recipe? See!  Eating well doesn’t have to be boring!

Thanks for reading!

❤ Kaz

Evening!

Okay, so, you know how when I worked last, I was like, “Omg, most awful stressful day at work EVAR?”

I lied.

Today was.

Even my boss turned to me and said, “No offense, but we always have the most crazy days when you’re working.”

Or something like that.

I can’t disclose anything, but boy.  I’m glad to be home.

Pictures o’ food?  Sure, you betcha.

Mid-morning snack. Held me over nicely, suprisingly.

Head of romaine, cup of peas, tons of broccoli and green beans, 3x serving of hummus, and tons of Frank's.

Pretty much demolished these while at work (before and after lunch snackage). Warning: salted mixed nuts are dangerous when dealing with a stressful, fast-paced environment.

Snacked on two rice cakes with peanut butter and applesauce before returning to work.

Yay for having my medjools back in my life! Ate two, and it was a miracle I didn't eat more. I was FAMISHED when I got home.

Sweet potato the length of my forearm, roasted into pillowy medallions, and topped with ~2 tbs almond butter (mixed with ~2 tbs almond milk to make a glaze).

Organic red grapes -- so sweet and juicy and good! Yum. Wasn't hungry, but they were too yummy to resist.

Favre-watch, anyone?

How do you unwind after a long day?

Thanks for reading!

❤ Kaz

Evening!

Gonna make this brief.

I am very ill.

I got painfully hungry around 8:30 tonight.  I think?  Based by the gnawing pain (different from the twisting, churning) in my gut and the audible growling, decided it was hunger, and set forth to make dinner.

Delish!

I slathered two brown rice cakes with almond butter, piled on the frozen blueberries, cherries, and sliced banana, and poured on about a cup of almond milk.

Then I got sick.

But a few minutes later, hungrier than ever, being the trooper that I am, returned to the dinner table (really, couch, but who’s judging?) and ate every last bite.

And got sick again.

I’m sipping at water, but even water is making me feel icky.

(Side note — I’ve got almost all the bases covered for the BRAT diet today, save for the toast, and I wasn’t even trying.  Wewt, go me!)

And I’m hungry again, no surprise.  Lemme see if I can cover the “T” part of my BRAT diet with some Udi’s.

Do you ever eat cereal for dinner?  What’s your favorite kind?

Thanks for reading!

❤ Kaz

Evening!

I hope everyone is doing well on this fine Saturday’s eve?

Tonight’s dinner wasn’t terribly inspired.

Wookiee had settled into my lap and started making muffins and purring, and the situation spiraled out of my control.  Before I knew it, I was asleep.

I slept for a good and satisfying half hour, then woke up with low energy and craving carbs.

Other half was consumed before and after breakfast.

The other half of my Boomi bar from earlier hit the spot.

I milled around, not doing much, until Amor got home, at which point I pretended that I had started his dinner ages ago and dashed into the kitchen to start some water on the boil for noodles for his evening meal.

He’s always very grateful and appreciative that I cook for him, and thanks me profusely every time, even if it is just spaghetti with meat sauce. ❤

Thought I was craving these, but mayhap I wasn't?

I decided I was craving almond butter, and decided to mix up some almond butter sauce to dip my carrots in.

I made it too thin, and on the fly, added a dollop of peanut butter to it.

Yes, I mixed nuts.  I conquered my fear.  I am bold, I am brave, I am Kaz — hear me roar. (Insert plaintive kitten squeak here.)

Yum!

It was grocery night tonight, so after bolting down my dinner, we headed out the door to stock up on food.

My dinner may have been uninspired, but my dessert certainly was.

While browsing the store, I stumbled upon an impulse buy that I could not resist:

Made with all real ingredients!

The ingredients were all real food, and easy to pronounce, but the selling point was the fact that it had actual sassafras in it.

I grew up in back-woods Arkansas, and sassafras grew wild on our property.  It’s been probably fifteen years since I’ve had real sassafras tea.

In order to kindle some nostalgia, the boot rear (anyone get the reference?  anyone?  — give ya a hint: this month is AwGhost) went into my cart.  Hey, it was on sale, so it wasn’t too bad! (Two bucks for a six pack.)

Eaten as soon as I got home -- I was hungry.

I snacked on a banana as I put groceries away.

I love bananas.  It had been too long since I’d had one.

As soon as my chores were done, I cracked out the full fat coconut milk, 1/3 cup organic sugar (a dollar a pound at Winco!), a pinch of guar gum, and a dash of vanilla and threw it into the ice cream maker.

Forty-five minutes later, and dessert was served.

Boot Rear Floats!

Mmm, I love boot rear floats.

Truth is, the boot rear didn’t float.  It sank to the bottom.  The ice cream, however, floats.

I also ate tons of ice cream straight from the machine, and licked every spoon and dish that had came in contact with it.

Do you like ice cream floats? I don’t eat them often, but they’re such a delicious treat.

Thanks for reading!

❤ Kaz

Good afternoon!

How is everyone?

I’m feeling pretty good.  I just enjoyed a fantastic lunch, and I’m sitting here between two warm, fuzzy-butts, catching up on my blog reading.

A while back, Lauren did a post about adzuki beans, which piqued my interest.  I mean, anything that you can pronounce as a-dookie is a winner in my book.

Delicious, sweet pink grapefruit noshed on while I waited for my beans to cook.

As I was browsing my local grocery store this past week, I spied some adzuki beans in the bulk bins, and of course, burst into a fit of giggles whilst tugging on my Mum’s shirt sleeve and managing, “ADOOOOOKIE!” between breaths.

Mum remained unfazed.

Heck, not even ten minutes later, she would talk me into buying a hula hoop, so having her daughter in the aisles of Winco wailing, “Adoooooookieeeeee,” did not warrant a bat of her eye.

Nevertheless, at only 1.60$ per pound, I went for it.

Almond butter, adzuki mash, sweet tater.

I woke up craving beans for lunch today, and a quick Google search revealed that I didn’t need to presoak my beans.

I simply poured them into a large stew pot, picked out the debris, and covered them in water and allowed them to boil.

An hour and a half later, my beans were ready.

I had started to get hungry as the beans cooked, hence the consumption of a grapefruit.  Mmm, grapefruit are quickly moving their way up my “favorite fruit” list.

I "mmmm"d all through this meal.

Another Google search informed me that many people do not like adzuki beans because they tend to have a sweet disposition, not unlike myself.

Sweet beans?  Where were you when I was trying to add lentils to my porridge?  Traitors!

Oh, but all was forgiven after I measured out a half a cup of them, mashed them with a banana, vanilla, and cinnamon, and poured it onto a baked sweet potato.

And, for vegetables, a green smoothie.

I drizzled them with almond butter.

Oh my gosh, wonderful!  They didn’t need salt; they were perfect as is.

I have tons of leftovers, so I hope to find many ways to integrate them into my meals throughout the week.

For vegetables, I thew a kiwi, 1/4 of a very ripe cantaloupe, tons of romaine, a couple handfuls of frozen blueberries, 1/4 cup orange juice, a splash of almond milk, and two large scoops of rice protein powder into my blender.

I ran out of lemons, alas, so it wasn’t as good as it could have been, but it was still very yummy.

Do you like beans?  What’s your favorite kind?

Thanks for reading!

❤ Kaz

Good morning!

I hope everyone is enjoying their Friday.  Yay for Fridays!

Hoo, boy, do my abs hurt today.  It was hard to bend myself to get out of bed, and every time I laugh, I can feel it in my abdomen.

Hula-hooping is a serious workout, you know.  I feel so virtuous now, sneaking in a workout while my mum is here and all that.

Oh, what is this?

I also have found myself sneaking other things into my life.

Such as, chocolate into my breakfast.

I prepared my kasha as usual, but instead of topping it with blueberries, I mixed about a half a cup of them into the porridge.

Chocolate in my breakfast? Unheard of!

Oooh, it was good!

The blueberries became warm and when I’d put a spoonful into my mouth, they’d burst, filling each bite with blueberry sweetness.

Plus, putting the blueberries inside the porridge also opened the top of the porridge for other toppings.

Toppings like chocolate.

Bananas, almond butter, and chocolate-covered craisins.

I sliced up half a banana and arranged it quasi-artfully onto my porridge.

I drizzled a heaping tablespoon of almond butter (tablespoon of almond butter, almond milk, nuked ten seconds and stirred) over the bananas.

Then, I placed the dark chocolate covered craisins onto the top of the bananas and into all of the nooks and crannies.

Mmm, melty chcolate with the sweet-tart tang of craisin and blueberry. Delish!

Then, being the little deviant that I am,  I threw it all back into the microwave for thirty seconds to encourage the melting of the craisins.

Whoa.

Just…whoa.

One of my best bowls yet!

On a side note, Mum has finally figured out how to get Oso to like her.

It’s not that he didn’t like her before, but “terrified” is a more appropriate description of his impression of her.

He wouldn’t let me hold him whenever she was near, and would dart off every time she came into the room.  Earlier, my mum snuck up behind him and started petting him, and he was all cool with that…until he looked up, saw me, realized it wasn’t me petting him, and he freaked out and ran off to hide.  (Oso, sadly, isn’t the brightest crayon in the box.)

Mum was lamenting to me about how he’s not warming up to her, so I suggested the most basic solution: Feed him.  If you have food, Oso will love you.  Truth.  It is that simple.

She pulled a slice of deli turkey out of the fridge and offered it to him, and now everything has changed.  He has started talking to her when she enters the room, and will run up to her to sniff her hands if she kneels.  He still flinches a bit when she pets him, but he doesn’t run away anymore.

Silly cat.  At least “Grandma” has converted the last of the little beasts, and they are all now eating out of her hands, literally.

Do you have any pets?  Are they shy around visitors?

I plan to take Mum to the park today and show her around the area a bit, so I might be away this afternoon.  I plan to be back tonight, though!

Thanks for reading!

❤ Kaz

Evening!

Oh, guys, I’m a bad person.

I’m horrible.

I’m…a kleptomaniac.

I’m warning you right now, if you have something, do not leave it at my house because I will steal it.

I mean, I have my limits.  I won’t touch your money.  And if it’s valuable, I have no interest in it.  I’m not after your jewelery or your beau.

However, just to give you perspective, I’m currently wearing a sweatshirt that a girl lent me once when her dog got mud on my other shirt.  Tonight, when I go to bed, I’m going to sneak into the closet and steal one of Amor’s white tee shirts to sleep in.  (Or, if I’m really lucky, I’ll filch the one he wore to work today, because then it’ll smell like him and it’ll be like a hug from him all night long as I sleep.)

And, if you leave food at my house, chalk it up as a loss, because I will eat it.

I stole this in a moment of weakness.

I’m sorry, Em!

I tried to wait.  I tried to control myself.  But, every time I opened the fridge, there it was…just…beckoning to me.

I’ll buy you a new one, I promise! ❤

I have to say though, that it helped me make probably the world’s best smoothie ever tonight.

I loved fishing the floating blueberries out of this!

Lemme see if I can remember everything I put into this.

I crammed over a 1/3 of a bag of spinach, almost an entire head of romaine, 1/4 cup applesauce, 1/2 cup coconut water, 1/4 cup orange juice (stolen from Amor, no less), 1/3-ish cup of frozen raspberries, a half-dozen frozen cherries, and a quarter cup of blueberries into my blender.

I pureed that delicious mess until thick and creamy and put it into my new favorite smoothie mug (property of my kid brother) and topped it with another half a cup of blueberries.  It was too fun, fishing the blueberries out with my spoon.

Seriously?  My best smoothie ever, hands down.

Exactly what I was craving.

After my smoothie, I declared that I wanted “Fat and crunchy.”

I didn’t want a bar, and I didn’t want chocolate and I didn’t want anything I could eat with a spoon.

A heaping (like, almost two tablespoons worth) blob of almond butter on top of a rice cake took care of that.

Good thing, too, because as soon as Oso saw the almond butter jar, he went into beggar mode and started serenading me until I offered him a taste.  I wound up having to eat with my arms stretched high up in the air, with Oso trying to scramble up onto my shoulders to filch another taste.

Yep, thievery begets thievery.  I brought him up good.

Grapes are arguably better than candy.

To finish my sweet and crunchy urges, I rounded my dinner off with a large bowl of grapes.

I promise, I put them in a bowl after I took the picture, but the camera wouldn’t register it unless I placed them on the counter.

They must secretly been in cohorts.

Have you ever stolen anything? (Shame on you!)

Thanks for reading!

❤ Kaz

Good evening, everyone!

I had a pretty fun day; I hope yours was, too?

My breakfast held me over until about four-ish this afternoon, at which point a light lunch was necessary before I headed out to run some errands at Target.

Rice cake with almond butter.

I ate a dense rice cake with a smear of almond butter and snagged a pear to snack on in the car.

A lemonhead also went undocumented into my mouth.

Properly fueled, Amor and I went to Target for one or two “essentials”.

Yeah, funny how things sort of leap into your cart and add up, ne?

I love pears. Yum!

Our bathroom tissue, kitchen cleaner, and television cables turned into new movies and chocolate bars.

Hey, that’s not bad at all.  Now I can say that my future will be chocolately and entertaining, and if I grow bored, I can clean the kitchen or, eh, use the facilities.

However, as we were leaving Target, my hunger kicked in full force, and I suggested to Amor that we find a restaurant to scrounge up some eats for us.

This is where my camera cuts away, alas, since I did not grab it on the way out because I had no idea that I would get so hungry while out.

We went to our favorite hole-in-the-wall Thai place, and I ordered rice noodles with veggies and peanut sauce.  I’ll admit it, I order that dish for the peanut sauce.  I pretty much licked the dish clean.

See? Told you. Pretty dots!

However, my hunger would not shut up, and as soon as I got home, I prepared a second dinner.

In my blender, I mixed a serving of spinach, a cup-ish of frozen cherries, a serving or so of frozen strawberries, a scoop of brown rice protein powder, and two scoops of cocoa.

I mixed a heaping teaspoon of coconut butter with a bit of sweetened vanilla almond milk, nuked and stirred, then drizzled it onto my smoothie.

So fun to eat!  I have hereby dubbed it “Cold Cocoa,” seeing as it is chocolate-y.  Plus, you know when you get hot cocoa and it comes with those emaciated little dehydrated marshmallows in it?  Yep, that’s what my little dots looked like.

Delicious!

Strangely enough, I was still hungry.  I’ve been such a bottomless pit as of late, but a quick verification does indeed confirm that I do have a bottom, but it’s just not visible when I’m sitting.

Just in case you wondered.  You know.  About my behind.

Yep, moving on.

While reading Chelsey‘s blog today, I read that she froze her Larabars.  Okay, I love frozen foods.  You know diet gurus tell you to freeze trouble foods to deter yourself from eating them?

To me, that makes them all the more irresistible.  I freeze frosting, cookies, muffins…just so I can eat them frozen.  To keep myself from eating things…well, I guess that doesn’t happen.

Either way, frozen Larabars are absolutely insane.  Yum.  If you’re not freezing yours yet, do it.  Now.

Genius, Chelsey.  Genius!

Now I’m finally full and comfortable, and I think I’m going to go curl up with Amor on the couch or somthing.

Do you like frozen foods? Or do your foods have to be served according to conventional instructions? It’s a texture thing, I think — frozen cake is simply dangerous, especially with huge layers of frozen frosting.  So yumtastic.

Thanks for reading!

❤ Kaz

Morning, everyone! 

Sorry for the weird post last night.  I’m still getting used to blogging from this new computer, so navigating my way around it is somewhat flummoxing for me and I get confused easily. 

Obviously. 

I wanted to clear up some confusion from last night, though, if you’ll allow a minute. 

But first, let me distract you with pictures of my ugly breakfast!

 I love to snack. 

I live for snacks. 

I’ve tried to be the 3-square-meals kind of gal, but I find that no matter how many calories I eat for any given meal, I still get hungry and snack. 

I’ve accepted this, and it makes me happy. 

What's that? You want more? Why, sure!

I used to be the kind of person who would snack, then feel guilty about it, then try to “force” myself to eat dinner with everybody else. 

That does not work for me.  Fortunately, ever since switching to a vegetarian diet, I no longer feel the pressure to eat with my peers, most likely because whatever they’re eating, I have no interest in it. 

Amor has never made me feel bad for not eating with him.  He never asks, “What, are you not eating?” or tries to coerce me into trying whatever is on his plate.  He knows that I’ve either eaten before he gets home from work, or will dine on something later.  I think the essential thing here is that we have a mutual respect for each other and would not expect the other to change just to accommodate a silly whim like dining times. ❤ 

Since my hunger cues are all wonky and confused, sometimes I’m starving within an hour of a full meal, and other times I could go all day and not get hungry.  On those days that I’m famished, however, I may snack nonstop from 3 pm up until 7, at which time I have no appetite for dinner, and will carry my snack fest on through the night. 

Whoops, let's break up the wall of text for the tl;dr crowd with more pictures! Yay for pictures!

 Fortunately, that doesn’t happen too often, and I do look forward to a warm meal at night, even if it is just a plate of steamed veggies with hummus. 

However, there are a couple times during the day that I do not like to snack. 

I do not like to snack after breakfast, and I don’t like to eat too much before bedtime. 

Breakfast for me doesn’t start until about 10-10:30 most mornings, and it’s my “me” time; I eat it leisurely, while I blog and check my email.  Some days, I’m not done with my breakfast until well after 11 a.m. 

Then, lunch is generally at 2:30 or so, and my stomach is trained to growl right about that time. 

My ratios are still off, but I'm working on it.

 Since I love a hearty breakfast (usually about 600-650 calories; I hope the numbers aren’t triggering or offensive to anybody!), I darn well expect it to keep me full. 

I was disappointed that my dinner last night, having clocked in at around 600 calories itself, did not satisfy me, because I didn’t want to be starving this morning while I waited for lunch. (Another note: I don’t like to count calories, but I estimated the numbers just for amusement sake, to try to figure out why I was still famished.) 

On a side note, can you believe I used to only “permit” myself 300 calories for breakfast?  I used to be stuh-arving all the time, which is probably why I like a filling breakfast now.  (I was afraid of “running out” of calories before bedtime; I’m not proud to admit this, but that’s how my binge-eating brain thought.) 

Oh, and the only reason I don’t like to eat too much before bedtime is because it messes with my hunger in the morning, and it makes me terribly thirsty, which means I’m up all night visiting the, ahem, facilities.  Heh. 

In reflection, blackstrap molasses drizzled on the top was not exactly the best aesthetic choice!

 Whew, I wrote you guys a novel! 

Have your eyes glazed over yet? 

Sorry!  Hah. 

So, yes.  I love to snack, but I don’t like to snack after breakfast, and I don’t particularly enjoy eating too much right before bed.  For the record, I consumed a half a Larabar before brushing my teeth last night, and finally (finally!) my stomach shut up. 

Oh, and about my breakfast?  Um, I guess I totally changed the subject on you guys and rambled on and on about my snackage.  Oops. 

I’m still trying to figure out my water/almond milk ratios.  It was still a bit watery, but I think I know how to fix it. 

Do you like 3-square-meals, or are you a snacker, too? 

Thanks for reading! 

❤ Kaz