This past weekend I went to Vegas and pigged the fuck out. I hadn't drank that much soda since I was a chubby 7-year old with a crazy addiction to root beer. Oh and the junk food, buffet, and alcohol didn't help much with the gut problem either.
Rehabilitation step one: cook more
The other night I tried my hand at some gourmet improvisation. I bought these chili lemon chicken patties from Trader Joe's a while back and decided to use the rest of my tomato and spinach for a makeshift burger sandwich.* I had already eaten one of the patties before and noticed that they were pretty dry so I fried a runny egg to put on top. The resulting dish was quite satisfying if I can say so myself.
Time to bust out my vegetarian cookbook and a few bookmarked recipes. I'm gonna try to make a habit out of this cooking/eating at home thingymajig.
*Yes, I practically always make sandwiches. It doesn't really matter if I've been a college graduate for the last 6 months because I'm still on the college student diet, which, for me, consists of a variety of many things put between two slices of toasted wheat bread. A few weeks ago I made the most delicious muenster grilled cheese sandwich and added tomato slices to the middle. If that's not good enough, I don't know what is.