Things are getting out of hand here people. The news I'm hearing is that in order to keep unhealthy food on the school lunch menu, people are pushing to classify pizza and french fries as a vegetable based meal. From what I understand the motivation for this push is to fight Obama's attempts to focus school meals around more nutritional sustenance. The argument is that the government should not dictate what kids can and cannot eat. The idea here is that the amount of tomato paste and vegetable toppings available on pizzas are enough to meet the federal standards for a classification in the vegetable realms.
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| I always wondered where pizza fit in on that thing... |
I don't know about you guys, but I fully support this move. By this logic, it would be safe to assume that any other food that uses some form of tomato sauce as a key ingredient should also be considered a vegetable. Spaghettios, Bagel Bites, and half the menu at Olive Garden just got promoted to the "recommended 3-5 servings a day" class on the food ladder. I know that I could possibly eat 5 Hot Pockets in a day, but I just don't feel that's going to very constructive as I work towards my fitness goals. But hey, at least it's good to know that it does meet a national standard for nutrition. I'm working a calzone a day into my daily meal plan as we speak.
In all honesty though... Isn't this kind of ridiculous? I'm not saying we need to take pizza out of schools, that would be a sure way to spark a revolution amongst the students. Nobody wants to see the live action version of Pumped Up Kicks here. I guess the thing that amazes me the most about this particular congressional endeavor is that we have people trying to convince us that something we have known our entire lives was A LIE! I have never once had anyone tell me that I couldn't have dessert unless I finished all my deep dish. It's like when that they told us Pluto wasn't a planet, and everyone my age was like, "Yeah, fuck that."
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Inside voice at the jump.
As Thanksgiving draws closer, I have been contemplating more and more all the possibilities of my imminent service in the Navy. Starting on New Years, my training schedule really kicks into high gear. The training is not only physical but mental. I will be shedding much of the indulgence in my vices, a challenge in itself. This just means I will have to remain focused and disciplined on not only resisting the urges to indulge, but also to be as constructive as possible as often as possible. It's going to be an endeavor I am dismayed by in some ways, yet I know it's necessary for my progress down a military career path.
But that's only part of what is making me anxious. It's obvious that in any branch of the military you run the risk of being put in the line of fire. Hopefully it would never happen, but if a conflict were to break out in the next few years from some sort of escalation in global tensions then I would have a real good chance of being sent out to kill other men. That kind of thought is troubling to me, though one I was prepared for when I made this decision. I always said I was prepared to adapt to whatever situation should face me in my service, and I don't doubt my ability to do whatever I would need to do. I just hope against all things that I would never have to find myself in that situation.
Of course, the other very possible outcome would be that I would find my own life cut short. Our own mortality is naturally one of the great mysteries we have to grapple with at some point in our lives. Everyone has their own time and place, yet I don't think I can come to grips with the idea of my campaign to 100 years of life being cut short. Not yet, at least. Perhaps I won't have the luxury of making it long enough to really, truly, deep down accept my own death before I go. Who knows? The saddest thought of all is the idea that I might die alone. Wasn't expecting that voice to be swimming around my head while contemplating this decision over the last two years.
Keep in mind, I know that this is the gloomiest and doomiest of scenarios. Yet these are things you have to prepared to take on mentally before you make a commitment like this. At least I feel that way. There is solace in the fact that I will (hopefully) be working in a field that does night find my anywhere close to the field of battle. I would love to be stationed at a base somewhere awesome, like Louisiana, Chicago or Hawaii. We just have to wait and see what straw I draw when I step up to the line.
The time is ticking away. Whatever destiny is ahead is closing in fast. Sink or swim.
Thanks for reading. Here's a Charmander
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