Goodbye beans

Last night for dinner I had plain white rice with kidney beans. I couldn't even finish all of it. Not because I was full (I wasn't) but because I just couldn't take any more rice and beans. I'm not a big fan of beans (besides the occasional plate of baked beans) and as for rice, unless it's fried rice covered with chinese orange chicken, it's not really my thing. I went to bed hungry and feeling like I never wanted to see a bowl of rice again. I knew Andrew was feeling the same way. He kept saying, "Are we really going to do this?"
This morning I woke up, thought about a breakfast of rice and beans, and felt sick. I looked at Andrew and laughed because I knew my face looked just as disgusted as his. I said, "Maybe we should go buy some baked beans." He said, "Screw the beans. I'm eating a bagel."
Well, if he wasn't going to stick with it, I sure as heck wasn't going to. A blueberry bagel with cream cheese never tasted so good. And my glass of orange juice was like heaven.
I know, I know. I couldn't even make it longer than one measly day. It's pathetic, but you might as well know up front how bad I am at sticking with things I don't like. (See why I've never finished writing a book yet? And why it's so imperative for me to finish one this year? I will do it!) As I pulled my bagel out of the bag though, I bumped the bag of beans right next to it and red Equadorian beans flew all over the kitchen. Last revenge of the beans!
Maybe I'm just trying to make myself feel better, but I really do think that I got the point of the challenge after just one day. I am soooo blessed in my life. Even the simple act of getting to eat something besides rice and beans felt miraculous to me today. Everytime I ate anything I was SO thankful. (And it all tasted so good!) I'm serious. I'm actually surprised at how much of an impact that one lousy day of rice and beans has made on me. Tonight for dinner I made breaded chicken, baked potatoes and vegetable stir-fry and I can't even tell you how happy I was eating it. I've been complaining a lot lately (to myself and sometimes out loud) that I can't find the perfect job, but I haven't really been thinking about how lucky (more like, blessed) I am to be living here in my apartment that I love with an education and the ability to go out and look for different jobs, surrounded by amazing food...I know it's nothing you (or I) haven't heard before, but sometimes it really is good to be reminded to count your blessings.
Ok, well I'm going to go now and eat a big bowl of chocolate moose track icecream. I'm getting really excited just thinking about it. Bye for now! :)