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Five a Day

You’ve being exiled to a private island, and your captors will only supply you with five foods. What do you pick?

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I must have a mug full of milk with two tea-bags to begin my day. The milk has to be Lactose free, otherwise my stomach can go haywire. The captors won’t have to finish me. I will conk off within a week on my own.

Without fruit I can’t exist. My lunch consists of apple, banana, grapes, nectarine cut into bite size pieces, and sprinkled liberally with walnuts. My late husband would pepper me, “why are you so delicate?”
I had no answer. Then, one day a friend provided the answer, “tell him you are not a weed, but a rare flower in his garden who needs care”.

I eat Halal meat only. So if that’s not available, I will ask my captors to get me fish, or catch my own. I will have to learn fishing, provided there are fishes nearby.

Nuts are an important part of my food. Almonds, walnuts, pistachios are favorites, and I keep supplies handy with me at all times. In case of un-availability peanuts will do.

If there is nothing to eat except for bread made from whole wheat flour that will be a God-send. I have seen poor people whose only diet is wheat bread, and they still survive.
So maybe I will survive too.

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Different Taste

Daily Prompt: Matters of Taste
When was the last time a movie, a book, or a television show left you cold despite all your friends (and/or all the critics) raving about it? What was it that made you go against the critical consensus?

I never have time in my own home to sit down, and watch a movie. Once in a blue moon, I do see a movie. I can assure you; it’s a rare occurance. Last one I saw was “Frozen”, and I liked it. I am still a child at heart.

Most of the movies I manage to see are at my daughter’s home. I have time on my hands. To kill time, I am able to see whatever my son-in-law FJ (a movie buff) hoards at home.

He recommended Groundhog Day, a 1993 movie with Bill Murray in it. It’s his favorite movie. He has seen it zillion of times, (sorry for exaggeration … many times).

I didn’t enjoy, or liked it. FJ was surprised. I got bored by the repetition of the same day. I gave up half way through it, and stopped watching.

I like fast paced movies. It’s boring for me when there is endless talking, or the scene stretch for hours on end.

Usually half way through movies I go to sleep, and wake up when the credits roll in. If I don’t want to sleep, and try to keep awake, I must chomp on endless potato chips, peanuts or popcorn.

This is one reason I avoid movies, so as not to add to the 138 Ibs I carry around.

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I am a Nutcase

Daily Prompt: Pour Some Sugar on Me
What is your favorite thing to eat? Bread pudding? Chocolate chip oatmeal cookies? A smooth and creamy piece of cheese cake? Tell about the anticipation and delight of eating your favorite dessert. Not into sweets? Tell about your weakness for that certain salty snack.

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The moment I catch sight of an ice cream, dessert or chocolates, I change from a staid person into someone else. I forget one of my unwritten ( they are unwritten cause I don’t want anyone to know) resolutions to watch my ever expanding waistline. I want to know why it adds to the waist? Why not to the hands and face? I have seen that faces that are round and chubby don’t look old. Is it my observation or have I got it wrong?

I go gaga over nuts. I think I must be having DNA acquired from squirrels from the way I hoard nuts. Back home, nuts occupied considerable space in the pantry. Here, they (I mean nuts) jostle for space among my clothes.

When I am watching a movie, or I am immersed in reading a book, I chomp on pistachios, almonds and peanuts. I keep on munching them. The only thing which stops me is the fear of having blood pressure which puts a stop to it.

Believe me, I would have ballooned into a colossal, fatty mountain. I am afraid my children would have failed to recognize me if that had happened. I call on my reserves of self control to stop gobbling my favorite things. I do check myself in what, and how much I eat.

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I am a Nutcase