Bizarre (for me) request, snacking

I need to eat more snacks. Does anyone have any good ideas on what kind of thing I can take with me to work to eat in mid-morning? The main requirements are that this snack not be hard to prepare or store, preferably not something too sweet, and ideally, not too junky. It doesn't have to be very large or filling.. potato chips will do the trick but I work on cutting OUT the chips, not adding more in. Actually, the smaller the better.

Since I've been taking metformin (which is for insulin resistance, in case you're unfamiliar with it), I have struggled with horrible bouts of queasiness. It seems to come and go.. will be worse for a week and then better for a while. It's usually at its worst in the mornings, hitting its peak by near lunchtime, and no, I'm not pregnant unless you're suggesting that I've been pregnant for six months without noticing. :) I've tried various things.. from cutting back on sugar to blaming it on my vitamins, but it's still persisted. This week, my hypothesis was that I should eat more often, so I had a mid-morning snack... and every day that I did that, the queasy stayed away.

So my current theory is that my blood sugar is a bit too low and I should have a snack in the mornings. The trouble is just that I have no idea what to eat because my usual method of snacking is to eat fewer, not more, and those that I do eat for snacks now and then are not things I want to introduce into my daily diet. So.. what kinds of healthy, yummy things do you people snack on? I've tried a few cereal bar type items, but they're a touch too sweet and a touch too.. processed for my liking. (Not that I am one of those anti-processed foods people, really. Just don't care for these too much.) Salty is also a bonus, as the salt seems to help quell the queasy. (I really don't want to talk about how much McDonald's I've been eating lately. Yuck. But when everything else makes you feel like puking, it's really hard to feel guilty about it, that's all I can say.) I've been rather upset about the queasy lately (and yes, I'll bring it up next time I go to the doctor) because it is now at the point where I can't remember what it's like to not be nauseous half the time, or worry over what will trigger it.

p.s. I really don't like yogurt, and most fruit I can think of classifies as either too sweet or too much effort to easily eat at work.

Also. If you ever think of cutting off a mole with fingernail clippers, uhh.. try to refrain.

p.s. Since it is often hard to see how you appear to others in a disconnected environment such as LJ, I have another question for my friends. Do I come across as the kind of person that doesn't care about my family?

the only thing i fear is being here without you

I am a little overwhelmed by snack suggestions so I will officially forgo replying individually. (Forgo? Spellcheck says that's right but it sure doesn't look right to me. You know what I mean, though.) Thank you all for your suggestions! They're really good! I love grapes and apples and cheese! Especially grapes. I hadn't thought of them, though. And applesauce, I like that too. And! I will have plenty of choices now to add to my grocery list. Or, M's grocery list as I personally like to avoid grocery shopping as much as possible. ;)

You know what I don't really understand about myself? I am such a sap. Certain sad songs make me cry. I know this; I accept this. And yet.. I LIKE these songs, and I'll be darned if I don't listen to them anyway. Twice tonight! Different songs! Both of them I knew would cause it! And it did! I am such a dork. M asked me earlier if I was trying to get depressed, given my choice of music. I was quite indignant, as I happened to have an extremely varied playlist on at the moment (basically, all music which I have ever classified as good) so it was just my music, not a particularly sad selection. He just snorted at me and said, "yeah, that's what I said. Are you trying to get depressed?" The he flounced off to watch scary movies (only option on television) before my mp3s made him cry, too.

Or maybe it didn't happen *quite* that way. But the conversation did really happen, at least! And how can I help it if I just like sad songs and waltzes? (The waltz thing is not a literal statement but a reference to a Keith Whitley album. FYI.)

Speaking of spaghetti.. (someone at work said a while back that men think like waffles and women think like spaghetti.. the connection paths are different. I thought it was quite a good comparison and now relate odd things to spaghetti because.. eh, I think you'd have to have been there).. when we were at Waffle House last night, the song Fancy by Reba McEntire came on. I pointed it out to J, figuring that she would never have heard it, by saying that it was an important piece of American culture. (She's Swedish, if you've forgotten.) And.. it's a ridiculous claim. Except.. everyone (at least everyone of my acquaintance) knows it. Everyone can sing along to the line about being born poor white trash. I don't know why. It's funny.

Now I'm going to get fifty bazillion comments from people who have no idea what I'm talking about. Oh, well.

We went looking at more houses today. (I feel a little bad about saying that we did indeed not go visit my family today, ha.) In a way, it was the most interesting day of looking at houses yet.. we looked at five houses and we could picture ourselves living in any of them to one degree or another. One was kind of cute but small and in a less interesting neighborhood, and one was too big and too NOT FINISHED (even if it was fifty years old, it wasn't finished) and one was nice but not really us, and the last two were most interesting.. one I left saying, "let's buy this" and the other we were really interested in until we went back to the other one to take pictures and realized that it was a lot nicer than the other house, which is affectionately known as "Pukesy" due to unfortunate--what the hell were they thinking?--colors on the outside. That's my fault, as I was in a somewhat foul, but mostly hiding it, mood when we drove by yesterday with my parents. I always get carsick in the backseat of that vehicle, and looking at houses can make me carsick, and the combination of those two things and the headache I came down with made me less than interested in looking at the houses. Soo.. when we drove up past this house and I saw the hideous green-and-yellow paint on the outside, all I could say was, "Who puked on that house?" Which, I guess was not all that supportive and open-minded. It was a nice house on the inside, anyway.. but how could I want to purchase a home which we will call Pukesy for the rest of our lives? Unfortunately, we didn't meet any crazy realtors today. We have a little hobby of naming the weird realtors, too. It's something that has provided us with much entertainment, but the names aren't interesting if it's.. uh.. Mole-Face, or Used-To-Be-A-Minister. See? Just doesn't have much flair.