Sad afternoon snack
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There are two things you should know about me:
1. I’m not a light eater. I’m on what my aunt calls a “seafood" diet” (i.e. see-food-and-eat-it). Yeah, I eat mostly healthy, but I eat A LOT.
2. Work (at least my day job) is just OK. I love the people I work with, and I love the type of work that I do. But, it’s often stressful and riddled with “…really?” type moments.
Because of #1, I bring one, sometimes two lunches and a couple of other protein-based snacks into the office to eat throughout the day.
Because of #2, my mood swings from “yes, this is an awesome day!” to “my god, what a disaster” very quickly.
Today, after rushing back from the gym to attend a 1 PM meeting, I reached into the mini-fridge and grabbed a greek yogurt. It was about 1 week expired, but it’s yogurt, so no big deal if I eat it anyway.
Sometimes, expired yogurt has more juice on the top than normal. If you know, you know. It doesn’t bother me much, I just tilt it over a trash can to get rid of the excess liquid before digging in.
I did that.
But, then I heard a “plop” as the entire cup of yogurt squeezed out of the container and into the bottom of the trash can.
I can’t think of a better way to describe my day.