In which I am ambivalent

Deep_frying_chicken_upper_wingI had fried for dinner.  It doesn’t even matter what the hell was fried; the point is it was fried.

And now, half an hour later, in full accordance with prophecy, I’m contemplating vegetarianism again.  I’ve done a veggie week or two at a couple of points, and every so often I catch myself toying with the idea of trying it on a  more long-term basis.  The problem is that I like meat, and that– and I recognize that the answer to this is “cook at home more”– acquiring lunch near where I work that does not include meat is virtually impossible.  But you know what plant-based meals have never done to me?  Made me feel horrifying and gross and I’m going to die soon and like it, and my fourteen pounds of fried that I just ate are doing just that.

Ugh.  I’ve ben fatter and I’ve been thinner at various points in my life, especially over the last eight years or so where I’ve gone through at least two complete cycles of it, but right now I’m at the fatter end of the scale.  Time to start slimming down again one way or another because I am sick of this shit right now and the older I get the harder it’s going to be to reverse this on even a temporary couple-of-years level.

But goddammit, meat tastes good.  Fried tastes good.

Until the part where it makes you want to throw up.

Ecch.


 

In other news, I appear to have survived two days of Running the Building, and tomorrow is a teacher record day and there will be no kids around.  I’m only expecting to be at work for a half day but it’s possible that my boss will disabuse me of that notion later this evening.  I rather hope that he sensibly declares that he doesn’t care so long as Shit Gets Done, which is his usual MO, because I sort of have people coming over tomorrow to put in a new garage door opener.  I probably ought to actually be in the house for that.

Yesterday was startlingly easy, if tiring.  We paid for it today.  It’s not quite worth two-hours-of-ranting-and-six-thousand-words paying for it, but it was bad enough.  I’m tired as hell right now.  Time to watch TV and kill orcs.

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Luther M. Siler

Teacher, writer of words, and local curmudgeon. Enthusiastically profane. Occasionally hostile.

7 thoughts on “In which I am ambivalent

  1. I used to feel simply awful after any kind of fried food. Even vegetables. Turns out it was the oil they fried things in. If you really don’t want to give up meat, you might try giving up some or all veggie oils first to see if that helps.

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  2. Kill Orcsesssssss! So who won the comments lottery?

    The food/weight thing sucks, and hell, it ought’a get easier as we get older. We’ve paid our dues!

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  3. I’m trying to cut down on carbs rather than meat and husband has lost tonnes by only eating salads for four weeks. I can’t do that but I did get an oil tip that coconut oil is better for you than vegetable oil.

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  4. I use coconut oil all the time! I found that it seems to get hotter than vegetable oil. Hmm… sounds like I need to make some fried zucchini soon… ideas 😉

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  5. Chuck the deep fat fryer. Meat is good shallow fried in good veg oil. It’s the other stuff (cakes, crisps, beer, sugar (any), flour and I don’t what else goes in) that does the damage. Don’t eat anything that says on the package palm oil or maize starch – they are the equivalent ingredients for making human livers into foie gras.

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