What the mango?

I have had a stressful day, and I just realized after I realized I forgot to log my supper on Fitbit that I ate about half as much as usual today.

And by that, I mean about half as much as I have been eating the last two weeks, which were the first times I ever actually cared about what I was eating. It’s probably about as much as I used to eat on a Sunday when I slept in until 10:30 and got a late breakfast and then skipped lunch and managed dinner. Significantly less calories, though.

So I remembered I had bought a couple mangoes last Tuesday and hadn’t tried to eat them yet.

Mangoes are weird, man. Mine tastes drunk, which means it’s probably overripe. (I guess?) Also, what’s going on in the middle of that sucker? There was no pit that I could see, but it cut like there was one. I got very little fruit from that sucker. I think I’ll skip it next time and stick to fruits I know. Gah.

Anyway. I didn’t eat much today because I’m stressed, and hopefully, I’m dealing with that stress so that it will go away. Today was the least fun I’ve had on a weekend in some time.

But I ate the damn fruit. (Fuji apple and banana joined the mango. See? Fruit I know.)

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