All Hail the Rice Queen!

When Rob and I first moved in together, his mother purchased a rice dispenser for us. For those not in the know, it is a big giant container that stores rice, you press a button, pull a lever, and then jackpot….CARB CITY!

I freaking love my rice dispenser. I am not ashamed to admit it, I fit the stereotype…rice is my favorite meal.

Both of my parents were born in third world countries so meals were usually supplemented with a huge serving of rice because well we’re Asian duh….and two it is a cheap filler. A little bit of meat and veggies and a huge vat of rice was the most cost effective way to feed your family.

Also, I’m kind of weird but eating anything without rice is just *TOO*MUCH*FLAVOR*. Rice is the perfect canvas for any type of food.

I’m older now and am smart enough to know that white rice is basically empty calories. At home I am able to eat healthy pretty easily: no processed foods, little sugar, no caffeine, no soda, low dairy, lots of organic veggies and lean meat. I like eating healthy so this is not really a big deal. The thing is…I eat a lot of rice. Rice is my nicotine. I’m addicted and I can’t stop.

Today was a blessing in disguise. I reached for my rice dispenser and only two grains came out. It is empty.

There is no time to stop and cry. I have to move on. And so starts the journey!