Eggs. They are really good for you. And I actually really like eating them. But oh about 14 years ago we had a tragic run that resulted in the most awful case of food poison I have ever been through. It ruined an entire 4 day Thanksgiving holiday and scared me for the next 12.5 years. I started eating eggs almost because I had to, I was cutting weight for a fight with my at the time boyfriend and decided I couldnt be that much of an asshole. I started with egg whites and have pretty much stayed there until last December when I had this adventure with my dear friends. I have loved the steak and eggs there ever since. I actually joked to my best friend when we left there the other day that I would marry the man that cooked me steak and eggs like that at home. Food does make me do crazy things. I get on food kicks and there is something I cant get enough of. For the past couple months it was salami. It was like the most wonderful combination of salt, protein and probably a little too much fat. I just couldn't eat enough. That has apparently passed and now Im on eggs. I eat them for dinner, breakfast any day Im at home, actually just about any chance I get. Except the only way I know how to cook them is scrambled. Its been a work in progress but I have slowly worked past all the eggs being over hard, not because that was the way I wanted, just the way the ended up. I would have rather had the gooey runny wonderfulness that I have on top of my steak. Today was that day. My little slice of heaven.
So I have thought about this for a while. Do I actually write this post? Do I put my dirty laundry out there for everyone? Or the handful that read my blog. And if I do, what do I say? Do I slam those involved? Do I take the high road? When is a “good” time to put it out there? A few days under my belt and there is probably no better time. So no secret, my ex-boyfriend was my coach. That worked out mildly well while we were together but add a breakup and somehow it just doesn’t work out as smoothly. Add a few of the worst things a person could do to another in there and disaster doesn’t even begin to describe. But I have this eternal belief that I can make any situation work. That I can fix things. It’s what makes me good at my job. I’m an eternal optimist. But it’s what causes me to not be so good at my personal life. Even when things are clearly not good, I still think I can fix it and make it right...
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