Getting serious, seriously.

I ate KFC. I didn't want to put it in the blog, it's nothing to be proud of in any way, shape or form. The meal was our reward for getting all the rest of the furniture moved into the apartment (without implicating Kate too much in the KFC event).

The confession made me feel better, and I now promise to not eat that shit for a long, long time. It really shouldn't be consumed or supported, must show more restraint...

While my Year of Food has found greater appreciation of food, I lack the restraint that is pivotal in making this a respectable endeavor. It's weird because I know the negative aspects of fast food, but I'm like an addict, mid-injection, warning how dangerous heroin is. (Maybe I've been watching too much Intervention). So I clearly need to move to the next stage, I'm past denying the consequences of bad food, and need to take serious action in controlling the habit and retrain my brain.

New goal: more vegetables! Cheaper, more sustainable and healthy, healthy! It is early spring and I should make a more concerted effort to find out what will soon be in season locally.

I already feel better.