I was reading through my friend Kristen’s MySpace page the other day and got inspired to write this article.  Kristen is a total sugar junkie (who also has a bangin’ athletic body despite this habit) and said in her profile that candy makes up her entire food pyramid.  That got me thinking… I eat pretty much the same stuff all the time.  I mean, when I go out to a nice restaurant, I branch out and try new things.  Let’s get one thing straight – food is food and if you put it in front of my face, I will eat it.  However, when I’m on my own, I tend to stick to the same things on the daily.  So, I made what I consider to be my own personal food pyramid.  I drew it at work – it looks something like this:

 

I could definitely eat pizza everyday and not get bored – it’s totally my “desert island” food.  There are so many varieties and toppings and types of Ranch dressing to dip it in.  Actually… I probably should have split ranch dressing and guacamole on that pyramid, now that I think about it, because those are the two condiments I use the most.  My favorite store-bought guacamole is from Trader Joe’s; it’s the kind you’re supposed to put out at parties because it goes bad quickly, but it’s nothing that tons of tightly wound saran wrap can’t preserve!  As for the beer level, well, I love beer.  Since I’m from Pennsylvania, most of that beer amounts to Yuengling (lager – the only lager!).

Unfortunately, I don’t get much ruffage in, unless it’s in the form of pizza or cheesesteak toppings.  It’s not that I don’t like vegetables, I would just rather eat garbage (aka greasy food).  I try to heat up frozen veggies with every meal and just kind of shove them down my throat to get my daily allowance of, uh, chlorophyll or whatever.  I am also trying to cut down on my Taco Bell consumption, which is easier when I’m not hanging out with certain friends (aka the Roth brothers who live on that stuff… and don’t gain a damn pound).  I keep trying to remind myself how crappy I feel the morning after Taco Bell, but like with a good “f*ck buddy,” I get drunk and all reason goes out the window.  Next thing I know, I wake up with my pants off and a burrito on my chest.  Of course, I am also slathered with guacamole.

Okay, so… what’s in your pyramid?