Recommendation: Your Snowmageddon needs this oat seed loaf

I can’t stop making this:

Today I added dates and some honey on top. I folded lots of seeds into it, too—although I went too heavy on the pumpkin seeds and too light on salt. I slathered the fresh baked slices in butter, which my husband says defeats the purpose. But I disagree.

That said, I have gained a lot of weight in a short amount of time, and I don’t think this will be fixing that problem.

I watched some too-slimmed-down Mindy Kaling videos on Insta and wondered if chubby people will soon become rare. Or maybe the only chubby people left will be too poor for the meds. It seems great to not think about food—instead of to constantly want it because you’re (and by that I mean “I am”) uncomfortable and unhappy and confused and lonely, and then to eat it and feel like a failure and doused in self-hatred. I keep wondering what all those GLP-1 folks are filling their heads with instead. New projects? Spiritual awareness?

Or maybe they’re like the woman in the first Twilight Zone I ever watched, called “A Penny for Your Thoughts,” in which a man flips a quarter and it lands on its side and all day long he can hear people’s thoughts, except one woman is so vapid that she has no thoughts in her head at all—and she also seems very happy. Maybe GLP-1s take away your thoughts, and you’re finally free!

Until I enter such a state, I shall be eating oat yogurt seed loaf with butter and honey. Happy snowmageddon!