3 March 2006

Breakfast: Aunt Jemima pancakes and coffee. Then, a peanut butter sandwich on one slice of whole wheat bread.

Lunch: Brunch bar at the Rat (what we call KFC). Several pieces of extra crispy chicken (breast, two legs and a wing), mashed potatoes mixed with cottage cheese, biscuit with honey on it and no desert (they didn't have apple cobbler...). Oh, yes, a large Diet Pepsi or was it a large Diet Coke? Sometimes,it is hard to tell them apart...

Yesterday, I was dismayed by a friend telling me about his binging on booze and nearly killing myself. Today, I also "binged" but what I "binged" on doesn't kill right off. I think of the song with the lyrics "one bourbon, one scotch, one beer" and "I ain't seen my baby since...". Well, the KFC was my "one bourbon, one scotch, one beer" and my "baby" was sitting across the table from me. To continue with this metaphor, "my baby" was knocking back "one whiskey, one scotch, [and] one beer" with me. A couple of cycles of this (we both went for seconds).

Then, she said "we're going to eat salads" and that was a reference to needing to lose weight before our annual physicals in late May. I won't be harsh on her, she had to endure an insurance "mini-physical" from an insurance company nurse just before lunch. This nurse's scale suggested that Kathie gained a lot of weight. She may have but I damned sure did not tell her this! (I'm been married why tolong to do something that moronic!) I changed the subject.

Dinner: Healthy Choice Beef Pot Roast. Tastes fairly good.

I just watched a co-worker eating peas straight from the can. There was something faintly nauseating about the sight.

It reminded me of an event in 1982, when I was an Ensign (US Navy). We were given C rations to eat. These C rats were Korean War vintage and had been manufactured in 1950; the year before I was born. I slurped down a can of "scrambled eggs" and realized that one of my Chief Petty Officers was watching me with an odd expression. I was still hungry so when this CPO offered me his can of "scrambled eggs", I thanked him and wolfed them down. I finally realized why my Chief was looking so strange.

He was nauseated.

It was rather funny, I must admit.