It’s a good thing my goals for the New Year didn’t have anything to do with eating healthfully.  Because when Marshall and I were weighing dinner options last night (leftover curry veggie burgers? kale with garlic and lemon juice?) we landed on—since there was a football game to watch—and since we had accidentally abstained from this particular game-time dish all season—cheese dip and chips.  And I’m talking about the Velveeta one, you know, basically Velveeta and Rotel tomatoes, and mouth-shrivelingly salty chips.

It was so tasty, and yet consists of we-know-not-what.  It reminded me of the time I ate an entire pint of Ben & Jerry’s Karmel Sutra ice cream, only to discover that I had just ingested 1120 calories in one sitting.  That’s 40 grams of saturated fat, I also discovered, which is 200% of a person’s DV.  I immediately went and laid down on my bed and felt weird for a few minutes, then got up and rather gingerly went about my business (which I think was watching a movie, at the time, so maybe I didn’t get up).

In other news, I’m going to campus today for a Writing Center meeting.  I went yesterday to get some random stuff done, and that was the first time I’d been back since I handed in my last paper early in December.  I’d wiped my brain clean of all things school-related over break, but realized, on my way back from campus, that I actually am ready for school to start.  I think.

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