I don’t always eat my lunch when I bring it to work. As soon as I discovered, thanks to the help of one of my coworkers, that I can leave the school during my lunch break, I’ve taken that opportunity seriously, sometimes going out to places for food instead of eating what I brought with me. The reason for this is not because I dislike the lunches I have; more often than not, it’s because I just want to leave work and have my head in a different airspace for awhile, and getting food is one of the few excuses I can think of that justifies me doing that.
Unfortunately, it’s an obviously unhealthy habit. I don’t like that I do it, and I wish I would stop, but when push comes to shove and I have the chance to relax for thirty minutes in a different environment, I usually take the opportunity. I’d like to kick this habit in 2020, and hopefully restore a bit of normalcy to my lunchtime routines. Here’s hoping it works out for the best and I can lead a healthier, more nutritious lifestyle.
But today, on this day of days, I decided to eat the sandwich I prepared for myself. I actually ate it, and I enjoyed it, and it tasted nice. Of course, I could have told you that beforehand; it’s just a basic ham sandwich on a roll, nothing extraordinary or difficult to gauge the taste of. A ham sandwich is a ham sandwich, and there’s usually nothing dramatically different between one or the other. Maybe the cut of meat, the cheese, the roll. But those are really the three major (and only) ingredients that go into this thing. It’s really hard to mess up. Then again, ham sandwiches aren’t the pinnacle of nutrition either.