So, yesterday and I didn't really eat that well. Let me rephrase that, I ATE LIKE CRAP!!! I had a Muscle Milk for breakfast, and then between breakfast and dinner I just ate junk-junkalicious craptastic crap. I had a bag of chips and two handfuls of goldfish crackers, and you know what? They weren't even delicious. The caloric content wasn't enough to really mess up the day, but its just the quality of it that has me wanting to throw it all out. For me, I want to get away from eating that mess. I need to make a dichotomous key and put it on my pantry door so that I can be visually reminded to make better food choices. No point in wasting calories on food that doesn't even really do it for me.
If it tickles my pickle, floats my boat, or any other crazy idiom that makes it damn near impossible for me to translate my blog into another language, I can live with my choices and be ok. I need to make sure that everything I do for myself and to myself is only going to bolster my marvelousness. Clearly, handfuls of goldfish crackers crammed into my mouth don't fit the bill.