An outsider looking in might have thought it was healthy and fine. Or maybe not.
Springtime, for me, always seems to trigger a tomato addiction. Today, I took lunch early because I have been fantacizing all morning at my desk about cooking up some steak sized mater slabs, and with fresh parmesian. Ummmm-mmm.
I don't even know if this is a real food. Have I eaten this before? I can't say it was even good, but man, how I craved it.
Which worries me a lot. Normally, after battling this kind of craving and succumbing to the pressure, I'd run directly to the pharmacy and buy a pregnancy test. But it is springtime, and those tomatoes were as juicy as a puppy's heart. Maybe I'm ok?
Unfortunately, I'm home for lunch, which means stalking all you freaks. Decided I'd veer off the beaten path and read a little about tomatoes. Did y'all know one serving of a tomato based product per day is said to reduce chances of heart disease by 30% (I can't tell you why I can't link you there, but Harvard said so). Kick ass, and I wasn't even trying. I just let my oc go, just a little bit, and blammo, look at me, i'm fighting heart disease. And prostate cancer. I am a badass again. I knew this was going to be a great day!
Or maybe my body is just telling me I'm ripe for freaking heart disease, why else would that last surviving brain cell be sending the message to slop at the tomato trough? Who knows?
Me not know. I'm back to work on belly full of tomatoes, though. Might just be my secret supergurl jet fuel. We'll see.Posted by shoe at April 4, 2007 11:58 AM | TrackBack