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I wish I could eat pizza all the time, but apparently that's not good for you. So I try to eat vegetables and all that stuff...but it's hard. Especially at lunch.

I used to love eating in the cafeteria in the building where I work. There are a lot of healthy choices, and it's super-cheap. However, now that I have worked here for a year and a half, I'm getting a little tired of the offerings, and have become very aware of the unhealthy choices--you should see what some people leave with. The thought of grilled cheese, fries, and mashed potatoes 'n' gravy for lunch (don't forget the cheesecake) just doesn't really make my day! Increasingly I place myself upon the mercy of the cook who decides the soup du jour.

{"Excuse me, Flo? What's the soup du jour?"
"That's the soup of the day."
"Mmm, that sounds good. I'll have that."}

Even the salad bar has become unattractive to me--also partially due to my observations of other people. I mean some folks have a real aversion to the greens that make a salad a salad, according to me. I see them leave with their salad-bar plates heaped high with olives, beets, salami, shrimp, those weird tiny pickles (hey, those are green--sort of), crumbled-up eggs, and goldfish crackers. Maybe some token iceberg--for fiber. 3 extra helpings of Ranch dressing on the side.

Ah well. There's always that little slice of humanity that I like to call the mall food court. It's just across the street. (I've blogged about this before, I know it.) Food courts as a rule are dirty and squalid and smell of grease but I go sometimes just to get out of the cafeteria rut. And to window-shop in the mall while I munch my soft, oily excuse for a pizza. It's always pizza, 'cause you know I'm not going to Long John Silver's. Or Schlotzky's.

{"Oh, look! My favorite New York pizza place, [Sbarro]. I'm gonna go get me a New York slice!"}

The best days are when Matt swings by and takes me to eat somewhere Not Within Walking Distance. I feel so free on those days. The options are limitless. Rumbi, Barbacoa, Bajio...

{"Mmm...yummy."}

Just wanted to tell you a little bit about what it's like to be me each day.

And, now I need to get back to my beef barley soup, which is probably about as good for me as a pickle-salami salad.

{shrug}