Food Coma, and Life Possessions on the Sea

Holy moley.

I've only been eating healthy (really only just healthier, it's all relative) for about 3 weeks, but I guess your body gets used to your changes pretty quickly because today was a BAD lunch day, and i'm paying the price. Badly.

It was sandwiches from Hubbub, and it was oh-so-delicious but much too heavy for lunch. I had a pulled pork sandiwch and I didn't even finish it, but I also had more than half a chocolate chip cookie (mmm gooey and delicious) but now I'm really feeling the effects on my energy, which is at level zero if not negative. It's only 1pm and I'm feeling so sluggish 5:00 feels like it's three days away.

Another nice thing about these free lunches at work is that they often order in from various eateries that are close by downtown and are frequented by adventurous lunchers. I intend to introduce Keith to quite a few of these once he gets here. Our Real Life, when will you start? I despair.

Besides Hubbub, the free office lunch has introduced me to Steamrollers, which are burritos which are allegedly healthier because they are steam cooked, American Cheesesteak Co, which also has a hilarious little webpage here, as well as a myriad of Vietnamese, Indian, Mexican, and Chinese (although I rejected the Chinese food, it was lemon chicken. Lemon chicken is not, I repeat, is NOT, Chinese food) eateries. I can't name those because the intranet lunch menu did not deign them worthy of shout-out.

I don't know who decides the menu but I may suggest they order one day from Holy Perogy, which is a food truck serving perogies that, despite one effort made so far (whereby I forced Stef to walk with me down to their truck spot only to find they weren't there that day), I have not yet tried.

In other news, all our material posessions have now made it out of a warehouse in London and onto the seas! 6 weeks or so before the arrive and I get to worry about dealing with bloody [shipping company name withheld, due to excessive anger and no desire to be sued] to get the goods released and make sure nothing's broken! Oh and then deal with Canadian Border Customs Agency to clear all the goods from any taxation... wait the dread that comes with the prospect has just cancelled all my glee of seeing the 20+ pairs of shoes that I'm waiting to wear again.