mr. ramen

Growing up (aka: before I knew of such thing as a sodium OVERDOSE) I loved Top Ramen. Top Ramen ANYTHING. In fact, I'm pretty sure there was a point where it was all that I ate for months at a time. I'd go all Iron Chef and heat frozen veggies in a skillet and flavor them with the "seasoning" and then throw in the noodles and VOILA! What can I say? Gourmet is just how I roll.

In recent years, I've fallen way out of love with the cheap, salty goodness of Top Ramen (and in this case, its main partner-in-crime, the freeze dried Cup of Noodles) in favor of, you know, actual food. And the fact that "poor college student" doesn't quite work when you DON'T GO TO COLLEGE,  but every so often I'll get hit with a craving for the faux-meat seasoned broth of my youth and I have to indulge. I don't question it, I just do.

Flash-foward to last week where I have eaten Cup of Noodles ONCE A DAY.  Granted, it's probably better than those sinfully and disgustingly delicious $.89 5-Layer Burritos from Taco Bell that I had been inhaling like IT WAS MY JOB for the past month (I can't even talk about it other than EIGHTY-NINE CENTS. THAT'S ALL.) But I'm quite sure that it's about time for me to give up this high blood pressure inducing treat. At least for awhile. I quite honestly believe that the only reason I don't have the swollen ankels and face of whale is because to combat the extra sodium I knew I'd be taking in - I upped my water drinking to UNHEARD OF LEVELS.  But even then, when I got a mouthful of sweat at the gym the other night (long story) and I felt like I had taken a shaker of Morton's salt and poured it down my throat, I knew it was time.

So, back to eating better. I don't think I've ever been happier to dive face first into a huge salad. And you can quote me on that.