Rebellion

i've never been one for rebellion. actually, i don't think that i've ever rebelled against anything, not memorably or openly so it can't count. but recently, the parental and i have made some sort of commitment to eating healthier. but here's the deal, i don't really eat unhealthily. i don't care much for junk food and i don't like sweets. although, i do believe that there is a time and place for all things including fries and ice cream, we've decided it would be best to not consume anything that is irresistibly delicious. that said, in support of mother dearest, i started eating more vegetables and fruits in general. not a hard thing. but after the third week of eating mostly salads and other combinations of veggies, moma needs a treat. so here i sit, at two a.m., (while mother gets her sleep as i have nothing to rise early for) drinking overly sweet herbal tea, eating the biggest end-piece of bread i've ever seen, slathered in nutella, watching gilmore girls re-runs and anxiously awaiting the impending doom of the inevitable stomachache to follow.

poor choices are indeed unbecoming.