I don’t know whether to believe this, but I am kind of jealous. Some of us get hungry or thirsty after sitting in meditation for ONE HOUR.

Also (and this is the part where any friends/family members reading my blog will accuse me of insanity and worry that I will develop an eating disorder), needing food and water for sustenance is wholly inconvenient. Sometimes it takes longer to find a good restaurant on Yelp than it does to actually eat the meal. Self-imposed dietary restrictions, like veganism, make it hard to travel. There are people who sit down each week to map out what they are going to eat for every meal. And cooking, not to mention buying the necessary ingredients and then washing dishes, is a huge time suck.

OK, rant over.

My first-ever attempt at stuffed peppers was a success. Should have taken photos of the little beauties. Trust that they looked good and tasted better.

Next on deck: honeydew sorbet with lime and black pepper.

This really made me miss Zingerman’s, and I don’t even like rye bread. But the sandwiches! And the buttermilk cake! Ann Arbor nostalgia…

I feel like a weirdo for obsessively keeping track of my food consumption for the day, but I have successfully reduced my sodium intake to a number that I am happy with.

It is so easy to pop something in the microwave when you’re short on time, but I hate eating preservatives because I want to feel good about what I put in my body. Can the difficulty of eating healthy food in this country be attributed to laziness, or apathy?