On the surface, I’m what you might call an ‘open book.’
I have no problem telling you I went skydiving hungover in Australia, because I had vomited all over a double decker party bus the night before after downing one too many tequila shots.
It took every ounce of my being (and pride) to sign the waiver saying I was indeed in ‘good health’ to skydive. I’m not proud of what I did, but it was worth it. So very worth it.
I also have no problem admitting I am about ready to bust out laughing in this picture.
Why is that weird? I was at Dachau Concentration Camp in Germany.
Any more questions?
You’ve seen me at my best…
I LOVE this dress.
And you’ve seen me at my worst…
Post-worst hangover of my life. I know I am going to regret posting that picture.
However, there are obviously A LOT of things I leave off the blog.
Breakfast isn’t usually one of them.
1 bottle DAHlicious blueberry lassi
3/4 cup frozen strawberries
splash of organic skim milk
1 T brown rice protein powder
Two thumbs up on the DAHlicious Wild Maine Blueberry Indian lassi. Thick, fruity and smooth.
And a slice of PB+J toast to round it all out…
Lunch also isn’t something usually left off the blog, even when it’s as mundane as a PB+J sandwich (seriously obsessed with the Smucker’s Low Sugar Jam) and pear.
Or when I’ve had multiple lunches – that still makes the blog.
Same wrappage + accompaniments as yesterday, FYI.
Snacks make their grand appearance on the blog some days. Other days, like today, they don’t.
Most days, dinner also gets it 15 minutes of fame. Tonight, it actually DESERVES to be shown on the blog, because it was that gosh darn delicious.
That would be a spiced, warm saucepan of Zucchini Curry from one of my favorite cooking blogs, An Edible Mosaic. Faith has a way with food, photography and ethnic foods. Her heavenly-looking desserts and Arabic-inspired dishes make me drool on a weekly basis.
My lil’ portion…
In other words, it isn’t food I’m keeping off this blog (ahem, except for the two froyo bars I ate while my curry dinner was simmering.)
Because, at the end of the day, food is just food.
You probably think I’ve gone belly-up crazy for saying, “Food is just food,” on a food blog that is read by thousands of foodies my mom everyday. I mean, telling a foodie that food is just food is like telling a crack addict, “Hey, it’s just crack! You can quit,” or telling Heidi Montag, “Saline is just saline sweetheart… in your boobs or not.”
Food is a means of expression – it’s not what it is but rather what it represents.
Have you ever wanted something so badly that you’re afraid to actually say it out loud? You fear vocalizing your desire for it to the universe may actually cause it NOT to happen?
I’m talking about goals and dreams. The ones you want with every last fiber of your being; the ones you strive for with every last stretch of a Broadway-caliber jazz hand; and the ones you yearn to soak up like a piece of perfectly crusty bread dipped lovingly in Italian olive oil.
Sometimes I find it easier to keep these desires tucked away in the safe lockbox that is my crazy mind and continue on with my blissful, daydreaming ways.
And that’s why some things are left off the blog.
I realize this post makes no sense.
And I’m okay with it.
Nobody said being an open book actually had to.