I had my last chocolate-covered Twinkie when I got home from work and was not very enthusiastic about having any of the rest of the food I had prepped for dinner. I have about two pounds of red beans and rice, but I didn’t make it flavorful enough and it also doesn’t have enough sausage in it. There’s a very low sausage to everything else ratio. It takes a lot of my willpower to not just eat all the sausage immediately. The other meal I prepped for my lunches is a vegetarian pasta thing with a spicy sauce made of a tomato base mixed with blended roasted sweet potatoes and other veggies. It’s good but I’m like what’s the point. I think I allow myself to become easily demotivated by trying to eat healthier. It’s like I know it’s something I should be doing, so it feels like work and therefore a burden. I’m also like this with basically everything in my life.
I ended up having two pieces of frozen garlic bread and a Cow Tale (I learned right now that it’s spelled that way and not “tail”). I wanted to have two more pieces of garlic bread but I didn’t really feel like it since my oven doesn’t work like it’s supposed to and I’m having a hard time getting maintenance to come out and look at it. It gets much hotter than whatever temperature I set it to and one of the burners will turn on by itself if I don’t keep the breaker turned off. When I first moved in, the breaker switch to the range was off (none of the other ones, just that one), which makes me think they already know it does this and don’t want to deal with it. The funny thing about that is that my father has the same problem with his oven and has to keep that breaker switch off too, providing a unique example of how I’m slowly but surely turning into him.