It’s 9:44. P.M.

At night, in other words. I haven’t eaten. I am pacing through the kitchen, trying to find something to eat.

I don’t want to cook. I don’t want to wait. I have gotten lazy, no, I get lazy after a certain time. I don’t want to cook anything, but I need to eat something.

I was going to eat a fistful of Cheerios. I am kind of starting to worry about myself.

This is how bad it’s gotten, surprisingly. I just don’t want to cook anything after…say…well, the latest I am still willing to go into the kitchen and handle food preparation utensils and skillets and such is 7:30, 8 at the latest. After that I lose all energy and drive. I just don’t want to cook to the point where I have almost gone to bed without eating rather than force myself to…

That’s why I have eggs. I have scrambled a quick egg and toasted an English muffin at nine, almost ten at night. I could heat a can of chili beans (no salt added), throw some cheese on them, and eat them with tortilla chips, using the tortilla chips as a spoon. But I had tortilla chips for lunch with two hot dogs because I didn’t want to cook anything – and I promised myself I would make it up by cooking dinner.

Banana. two would be good, would hold me. No. Only one, in the refrigerator because they were ripening too quickly. I don’t want to eat it, may throw it out, I should throw it out, but I don’t want to waste food.

Then I got busy trying to make low-content books for Amazon KDP and lost track of the time and it was past eight, and I just didn’t want to.

What do I have in here? I don’t want to turn on the electric kettle and heat water for ramen. Rice? I don’t have to cook it myself, of course; I have a perfectly good multi-cooker that does it all for me, takes out all the guesswork and hanging over the stove and clock-watching. But it TAKES TIME, and I don’t want to wait…

Why do I wait so long? I want to say it’s because I don’t have to go to work tomorrow, but I was doing this when I was working, just dragging my feet until it was too late to cook anything. I do not enjoy cooking and I don’t want to do it. I have never wanted to do it. I want to eat. I do not want to spend any significant amount of time preparing my food. It’s why I have an air fryer and multi-cooker in the first place – to take as much work out of it as possible.

And I am still procrastinating, the night is getting older.

Chili beans, no cheese, no tortilla chips (I am half kind of trying to lose weight, sort of). And a hamburger. I have patties in the freezer. Eight minutes on 400 in the air fryer and it will be done.

And that will have to do it, Maybe some graham crackers before bed, add a few more calories to the day’s total.

I am kind of starting to worry about myself.

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