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Jan. 27th, 2010 03:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
seldneiToday my dad called and asked if Z. and I would like to meet up for lunch. Since Dad is all about the spoiling of the Zweeble, that meant one thing: McDonald's.
Now, I am actually trying to eat better. It's a process, I admit. But I don't really like McDonald's that much to begin with (why do Chicken McNuggets taste kind of like movie theater butter?), so I decided I'd just get a drink and not eat anything. Except then Dad was delayed by traffic backups due to an accident, so by the time we met up I was starving.
Anyway, this is not actually about my having eaten three chicken strips (not McNuggets, I have learned that disturbing lesson) and a handful of french fries (that don't really taste like anything). No, this is about something else.
Okay, we all know fast food is going to kill every person in the First World and probably half the people in the Second because it's fabricated food full of god knows what. Eating it makes you gain weight, makes you unhealthy, and so on. But I've never seen anyone complain about this: I don't know if it's the tons of salt in the stuff, or if it's the salt combined with something else, but whenever I eat at a fast-food place, an hour or so later I crave sugar like you would not believe. Right now, I want chocolate in the worst way. It's like a pregnancy craving combined with PMS and multiplied by 100.
So not only does fast food itself make you gain weight, it makes you want to eat other foods that, in excess, will make you gain weight. And it makes you want to eat a lot of them. Or it does me, anyway.
I'm back to debating music class. On the one hand, I don't know if Z. is as into it as he used to be, and all but two of the kids in class are younger than he is. On the other hand, he is much more into this CD than any of the others since the first one we got and he loves the teacher.
We've pretty much decided it's time for daycare/preschool--I think he needs more stimulation than I can give him here (like, other kids to play with), and we can use the money I could make if I had a few extra hours to myself during the week. When, exactly, is dependent on a number of factors, but it'll be later this year.
Okay, somehow that ties in with music class--I guess I'm now wondering if he needs it, once he's in daycare a couple days a week. I'm also wondering if maybe a different class would be an idea--they have dance classes and I think they have karate for kids his age.
I have no idea what I'll decide, but we'll see.
Finished Livinia by Ursula LeGuin, which was really good. It reminded me a little, in tone, of Until We Have Faces by CS Lewis. I also read Sacred by Dennis Lehane, and I liked it a lot. Shutter Island was, um, well ... it wasn't all that great. But I like the other stuff I've read of his quite a lot.
I had a ZQOTD, but my BlackBerry battery died and I didn't get it written down. Curses!
Now, I am actually trying to eat better. It's a process, I admit. But I don't really like McDonald's that much to begin with (why do Chicken McNuggets taste kind of like movie theater butter?), so I decided I'd just get a drink and not eat anything. Except then Dad was delayed by traffic backups due to an accident, so by the time we met up I was starving.
Anyway, this is not actually about my having eaten three chicken strips (not McNuggets, I have learned that disturbing lesson) and a handful of french fries (that don't really taste like anything). No, this is about something else.
Okay, we all know fast food is going to kill every person in the First World and probably half the people in the Second because it's fabricated food full of god knows what. Eating it makes you gain weight, makes you unhealthy, and so on. But I've never seen anyone complain about this: I don't know if it's the tons of salt in the stuff, or if it's the salt combined with something else, but whenever I eat at a fast-food place, an hour or so later I crave sugar like you would not believe. Right now, I want chocolate in the worst way. It's like a pregnancy craving combined with PMS and multiplied by 100.
So not only does fast food itself make you gain weight, it makes you want to eat other foods that, in excess, will make you gain weight. And it makes you want to eat a lot of them. Or it does me, anyway.
I'm back to debating music class. On the one hand, I don't know if Z. is as into it as he used to be, and all but two of the kids in class are younger than he is. On the other hand, he is much more into this CD than any of the others since the first one we got and he loves the teacher.
We've pretty much decided it's time for daycare/preschool--I think he needs more stimulation than I can give him here (like, other kids to play with), and we can use the money I could make if I had a few extra hours to myself during the week. When, exactly, is dependent on a number of factors, but it'll be later this year.
Okay, somehow that ties in with music class--I guess I'm now wondering if he needs it, once he's in daycare a couple days a week. I'm also wondering if maybe a different class would be an idea--they have dance classes and I think they have karate for kids his age.
I have no idea what I'll decide, but we'll see.
Finished Livinia by Ursula LeGuin, which was really good. It reminded me a little, in tone, of Until We Have Faces by CS Lewis. I also read Sacred by Dennis Lehane, and I liked it a lot. Shutter Island was, um, well ... it wasn't all that great. But I like the other stuff I've read of his quite a lot.
I had a ZQOTD, but my BlackBerry battery died and I didn't get it written down. Curses!
