I never write any resolutions but I have to tell you something:
- I resolve to learn how to cook.
Last week, I came down with food poisoning for the second time in 60 days. When I worked in Human Resources, I used to believe that food poisoning and stomach flu were lies created by lazy employees who wanted a “mental health day” but didn’t have the balls to ask for a day off.
I still sorta believe it. You fuckers sit on a throne of lies. Just take a vacation day and don’t lie to me about it.
But gastroenteritis is no joke. And I traced the source of the contamination to one restaurant. It also happens to be my favorite restaurant, so I am really bummed.
The reason we eat out so often is because my husband does 100% of the cooking. A night at our favorite restaurant gives him a break. Unfortunately, it also gives me diarrhea and nausea. I am down 10 lbs since November 10th — and it has nothing to do with pilates or running. In fact, my abs might be more developed now than they were before I got sick.
So my goal is to take a cooking class. Get the basics right. Learn how to make breakfast for dinner. I dunno.
My real resolution?
- Don’t get sick from eating cheese and bean enchiladas.
Wish me luck!