February 14th, 2012

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Oops... I ate it.

In an attempt to keep myself on the path of food righteousness, I took my friend Heidi the Goddess of Heavy Objects up on her offer to serve as my conscience. I am supposed to text her what I eat. It works great except for one thing. A lot of my photos end up looking like this:



That is what was left of my sushi dinner on Sunday by the time I remembered to take a photo. (The photo won’t rotate properly; I have appealed to the experts to explain what I did wrong so I won’t have the problem in future, but for the moment, the plate still looks like a plate, even with the chopsticks in the wrong place.) What I need to do is stop and consider my meal before I scarf it. There’s always something new to learn.