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Hi.

My name is Madelyne Riley, welcome to my blog. Anorexic turned foodie, I'm here to champion eating disorder recovery and body positivity.  I'm having my cake, eating it too, then going back for seconds.  

I don't know how many calories are in this, but I know other things.

I don't know how many calories are in this, but I know other things.

I recently treated myself to a meal at Masu Sushi.  I don't know how many calories were in it,  but I know other things.

I know that I was in the middle of a very long work day, and I wanted to sit down alone somewhere.  I work for Mall of America, so finding a quite spot can be quite the feat.  The bar at Masu was the perfect choice.  I ordered the pork belly ramen and opted the spicy broth.  The bowl was deep and the flavors were rich, it insisted that I take my time. 

I know that there two men sitting to my left had just met.  They were eating when I sat down, and were chatting only because of their proximity to one another.  One man was from Minnesota, the other from New York.  They talked about the weather.  They both agree that global warming is real.  They worry about the levels of lead in their tap water. 

I know that shortly after my food arrived, a couple took the two open seats to my right.  They didn't know what they wanted, but whatever it was, they were going to share it.  They decided, then changed their minds, then changed their minds again, then ultimately opted for their first choice.  They were supposed to go on a bike trip, but the rain put an end to that.  They decided instead to go shopping at Nordstrom, then as the woman put it, "drink their way through the Mall." She later mentioned that Masu was their first stop and would probably be the last of the night.  Her alcohol preferences have changed since having kids.  She used to love martinis, but now she orders vodka sodas or "anything with tequila," though she did in fact order a martini on this night.  Maybe she was attempting to connect with a previous version of herself.  I know that she laughed louder with every sip she took.  The two elderly men across from us slurped their noodles in unison.  

I know that the ramen was superb.  I know that I loved breaking the egg with my chop sticks and watching the yoke ooze into the broth.  I know that it filled and sustained me through to the end of my very long night.  I don't know how many calories were in it, but I know other things. 

I Drank Poison on Purpose.

I Drank Poison on Purpose.

Thank you, Tony.

Thank you, Tony.