This week, I decided to work on my relationship with food.
My goal was to have three healthy, reasonably-sized, balanced meals a day, and
I would allow myself a small amount of chocolate at around 3pm.
This was a plate of Costa Rican food I had. nomnom <3 |
On the face of it, that seems like a stupidly mundane goal
to set yourself. Surely that’s just what everyone does. Or, as I've been asked several times before, mostly by men, “Why are you so weird with food?! Why can’t you just eat
normally??”
Sure, let’s “just eat normally”. Would you like some fries
with that male privilege?