Picture this

I'm sitting in front of my computer, logging my final calories in for the day. I haven't eaten in a few hours, and I'm vaguely hungry. I have about four hundred calories still available to eat. What should I have? I ask myself. Popcorn? Too smelly. A sandwich? Too much work. Chocolate? Not filling enough. A granola bar? Too plain. Looking at my calorie log, I realize I've only had one serving of fruit - the glass of orange juice I had for breakfast. If only there was a way to eat more fruit, I think. Then, it's as if a light bulb goes on in my head. A BANANA! I can eat a banana! I step into the kitchen, grab one of the yellow miracle fruits off the counter, peel it and dig in. It is just the correct amount of ripeness and consistency, and I enjoy it. The banana is not smelly, doesn't require much work once I get the peel open, and is filling without being plain. I happily plug the fruit into my calorie journal and realize I'm still under my calories for the day, AND I've added much needed potassium to the muscles that have just worked hard pedaling the bike.
Sometimes I am amazed how such moments of perfection can sneak up on me. Why didn't I think of this before? I don't know. I'm glad I did, finally, and my body is glad, too - I'm still under 170. If I stay that way for three more mornings, that "Seriously" t-shirt is MINE.

~Amalia~