I found this ever-so-fitting depiction of how I feel about nutrition, on fellow Crossfitter, Melissa Byers' Blog. Yeah, we should all know by now just exactly what is and what is not healthy. But really? I mean really don't you just want to say fuck off, sometimes? I know I feel that way about my friend, Mr. peanut butter. Legumes are bad, fat is good, salt is bad, olive oil is limited to a drop, carrots are forbidden on the zone, but celebrated on a Paleo diet. I'm so annoyed, I just want a cookie. Or some booze. No, not really... But, in an interesting aside, as it is the birthday for one of my interns, I made cupcakes to celebrate (and to satisfy my baking needs - such altruism!). I didn't have any of them. None. Didn't even sabotage a cupcake so it would be rendered useless amongst it's perfectly shaped friends, forcing me to do the only humane thing; eating it. That's f'in willpower if I've ever seen it.

You know, the worst part of this whole thing is that I have completely, and utterly given up bread. My old pal. My comforting partner for peanut butter. And crackers. Oh, how I miss eating a box of crackers with hummus. That's right. An entire box. And I didn't care. I saw a drastic decrease in Kashi's stock, when I switched to a meat/vegetable/fruit diet. I'm not sure they will make it in this economy without my help.

So as maddening as all this nutrition business is, I do get a kind of sick joy out of worrying and measuring and contemplating my diet. Maybe one day soon, I will figure it out; hone my intake to the point where I see the results I want to see.