a spoonful of peanut butter is kind of, almost, not quite but basically like a meal when you’re depressed

When you’re really depressed, sometimes you wander through to your kitchen in search of food to appease your now audibly rumbling stomach, you stare vacantly at pasta for too long before deciding it requires too much motivation, and you eventually decide on the best thing for your low energy yet somehow possibly still unable to sleep body, peanut butter. Crunchy or smooth, I don’t think it matters, which is probably a sentence that is also blasphemy.

Sometimes you eat the leftover jelly donut munchkins in a box on your pillow while you blog about eating an option as healthy and nutritious as peanut butter.

Okay, so it’s got a bunch of fats, and peanuts aren’t the best nut for your health, but those fats combined with the proteins in it? That’s two food groups right there. That’s almost impressive. Get spoon, take big spoonful, close jar, proceed to eat spoonful. Interrupt to get a drink probably, but finish that spoonful! You just had a not insignificant amount of calories (calories = energy) and nutrition put into your body!

My mom told me once that you can survive for ~three weeks on apples and peanut butter. I’m not sure if that’s true. A good blogger would have researched. I’m not a good blogger.

Anyways my depressed non-peanut-allergic readers! Eat a big ol’ spoonful of peanut butter tonight. You deserve it (you may need it.)

xoxo
Zelie