Um, Two Eggs

Why is it that all parents seem to want to know when they call you is what are you are eating, what you already ate, and what you are going to have later? I'm 23 years old. I have been feeding myself for a while now, and I seem to be still standing and still breathing, so I think I'm doing something right without your help.

I was in the midst of making dinner, which I didn't even want to eat. I was definitely feeling hungry, but the thought of eating something just made me feel so normal and tired. I could have done without it, but I needed a show of normalcy for the roomie, K. So I went to my go-to dinner of late, two eggs, scrambled, with hot salsa on top. 150 calories in total. And chock full of protein. Awesome!

My phone rings as I am scrambling the raw eggs with my fork, and it's my dad. He asked if I was eating dinner, or studying, or getting ready to watch the Yankees try to screw it up. (Yes, I am a Yankees fan.) I answered all three, and he immediately asked what I was making, of course. With K sitting about five feet away in the living room within earshot, and without a pre-thought-out response anyway (does anyone else do that? come up with something they have "eaten" for dinner so you're ready if the question pops up?) I told the truth. Scrambled eggs, I said. With salsa on top. We started talking about other things, and I thought I dodged the whole thing, when he brought up the topic again. What are you having with it, toast? (Thank GOD for Dad giving me an out right there). Yep, I reply. How many eggs are you having?

Now, I know I could have lied and said a larger number. It's not like K would have known what I was talking about, or like she could have seen how many eggs I cracked open. But I was so paranoid she would somehow find out that I lied, and confront me about it. So irrational, I know. So instead, I told the truth again! Um, two eggs, I say. Only two?? my dad says. I would have thought four or five at least, so you would have enough to eat. Eh, I say, trying to shrug it off. Thankfully, he didn't say anything else about it. I just hope he doesn't tell my mom. If she calls up about it, I will just lie and say I had gone out to lunch with my friends and got a big cheeseburger or something, and that I was only a little hungry. That will be plausible.

But what is the fascination with needing to know what I am eating (or not eating)? And what are you going to do about it anyway? There isn't anything you can do. I'm an adult, and I make my own desicions, and if I want to eat two eggs, I am going to eat two eggs. Whatever.

I had such a hard time trying to decide what to pack for lunch tomorrow too. I finally decided on broccoli that I have left over from last week, and a 1/2 cup of non-fat cottage cheese. Cottage cheese is my love. And I think I am going to have a yogurt with granola for breakfast, with a cup of calcium-enriched OJ. All that dairy, I should reach the recommended daily allowance for calcium, you think? Haha.

I have a dinner lecture tomorrow, and they are serving subs. Miracle of all miracles, the sub place has nutritional information on their website, and it turns out that a 1/4 turkey sub only has 170 calories! I thought it would have way more. But it really is only the bread, cheese, and turkey, because they don't put any condiments like mayo on them. Those come separate, and you can put on whatever you want from the selection. I only ever put hot mustard, pickles, onions, and hot peppers. Which is like 15 calories all together. Negligible. So that made me feel better. I should be around 700 calories tomorrow, which will be good.

Well, time for bed. We have a jam-packed week this week, so I need my beauty sleep. And I have an online exam for parasitology as well this week. Not as stressful as the hell I went through last week, but still I need to find time to study for it, because it's not open book. There is also a girl in my class who has H1N1 and pneumonia, and she is in my case discussion group, so three times last week I was in a room with her and five others for two hours each. And she was shedding virus during that time. So here's to hoping I don't get swine flu or pneumonia. Although I bet I would lose a good amount of weight. God, I am so messed up, haha!

Love you, Skinnies!

~Sottile