Two things that seem to really lack in my life.
Sometimes I feel like one of those really good non-stick pans, and things like these are just the eggs sliding around.
There are things I'd like to have in life, as a life, for a life. But, I don't seem to really care enough to stick to anything.
Currently jobless, I started to think. You know, at least I could walk around some, try to steady what I eat, etc. Things that could lead to better health, whatever else may come. The thing is, it seems like part of me doesn't want that.
For many years, here or there, I would joke about slowly killing myself with what, and how I eat. Maybe I was never really kidding. There are so few things that bring real, palpable joy in my life, than certain foods. Not things I'll eat everyday, nor every week. Well, in some cases, not every week.
So, like a few other things in life, my eating habits are a bad habit that I can't seem to really break.
It is a vicious cycle at times. I'm always tired, and lethargic because of what I eat. But, what I eat brings me that little glimmer of joy.
Now, if I ate differently, maybe I'd find better foods that do the same, or better. But, what if I don't? What if I sacrifice the one true joy I have, for better health, possibly a longer life. A life that I'd have no joy in?
This is a partial thought process... and once again, I felt like talking, and here I am, talking to nothingness.
Sometimes I feel like one of those really good non-stick pans, and things like these are just the eggs sliding around.
There are things I'd like to have in life, as a life, for a life. But, I don't seem to really care enough to stick to anything.
Currently jobless, I started to think. You know, at least I could walk around some, try to steady what I eat, etc. Things that could lead to better health, whatever else may come. The thing is, it seems like part of me doesn't want that.
For many years, here or there, I would joke about slowly killing myself with what, and how I eat. Maybe I was never really kidding. There are so few things that bring real, palpable joy in my life, than certain foods. Not things I'll eat everyday, nor every week. Well, in some cases, not every week.
So, like a few other things in life, my eating habits are a bad habit that I can't seem to really break.
It is a vicious cycle at times. I'm always tired, and lethargic because of what I eat. But, what I eat brings me that little glimmer of joy.
Now, if I ate differently, maybe I'd find better foods that do the same, or better. But, what if I don't? What if I sacrifice the one true joy I have, for better health, possibly a longer life. A life that I'd have no joy in?
This is a partial thought process... and once again, I felt like talking, and here I am, talking to nothingness.
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