I take my breakfast and lunch to work every day, except for the rare occasion when I go out for lunch. The galley kitchenette closest to my office has a microwave, fridge, and small sink. To get to the microwave, I have to walk by a few vending machines with tempting contents, and four gumball-type machines where you can put in a quarter and get a handful of various candy and nuts.
Every morning, I go there to heat up my overnight oats in the microwave. One day as I was leaving with my jar, two male colleagues were getting their “breakfast” out of the vending machines. As I walked by, one of them said to the other, “that’s too healthy for me.”
I caught up with them later in the day and they laughed when I told them that I knew they thought I was eating a healthy breakfast. “Have you ever heard my green bean story?” I asked.
Before being hired at my present job, I worked at another company as a contractor, and brought my breakfast and lunch every day. One day, I was standing by the microwave waiting for my green beans to cook (I probably had a piece of leftover chicken or something else, too) and my co-worker Lisa walked up. “Are you heating up your green beans?” She asked with a smile.
“Yes,” I replied.
“You put the rest of us to shame with your healthy eating,” she said.
I smiled and looked at her, and opened my hand. It was filled with M&Ms. (I had to have something to graze on while I waited for the green beans to cook). We had a good laugh over that.
For every bowl of green beans or jar of overnight oats, you can be sure that I’m balancing them out with my favorite indulgence.
What does this have to do with writing books? Absolutely nothing. We all need a break every once in a while. :)