egg with yolk

Yesterday I had the chance to attend a nutrition seminar with one of the top 15 female bodybuilders in the world. Surely 4 hours of nutrition talk would inspire to get beach-ready for the summer. She's a walking super hero with single digit bodyfat.  But I've come to the place of having a basic standard for nutrition information I embrace-- it's the egg yolk. In my fancy theology, the truest thing I believe about food is that if God wanted us to only eat the egg white, he never would have inserted a beautiful, sunny, very easy to cook yolk in its center.

I was tracking with Zoa the Great on packing 6 small meals a day. A former paleo-ite (paleosite?) I was grateful for permission to eat grains and had visions of the hills of oatmeal and couscous I would embrace. But when it came to the discussion of just buying eggs whites in a carton, I hit a wall.

So I will stay fat. I'll keep working out to feel good and have fun. I'll eat my vegetables. I will someday find another non-white man to date since they tend to be a whole lot less skinny-obsessed. But mark me down for now in the column of "not willing to make the sacrifice."