Just like last week, I went to the gym this morning — and waited and waited and waited. And trekked to the other gym, which was closed too. To console myself, I went to Whole Foods to buy Steaz. They didn’t have any. Amid this influx of joy, it began to snow.
What is a poor downtrodden soul to do in this situation but traipse about taking more artsy fartsy pictures?!
There was a happy reunion in my kitchen / dining room this morning — before I became the aforementioned downtrodden soul, that is! ;)
Enjoy Life cranapple crunch granola! Oddly, absence may not have made the heart grow fonder; I think I may have come to prefer the cinnamon crunch.
I tried the Paradise Walnut Pistachio Bora Bora bar today:
As you can see, it has very generous chunks of walnuts in it; that’s unfortunate for me, as I don’t like walnuts! It was also somewhat stickier than the other flavors I’ve tried so far. I wouldn’t buy this one, but only because I don’t like walnuts. Otherwise, it was fantastic.
Sometime after 10.00 AM, we received a memo dated December 30, stating that “we will be closing at 3.00 PM tomorrow.” Thanks loads! I had a 2.30 appointment with my therapist, so I just skipped taking a lunch break and left the office at 2.00.
My therapist gave me an assignment. I’m supposed to ask people why they like me. The premise here is supposedly to prove to me that I’m not unlikeable as I say I am, but, uh, hello — can you say embarrassing?! That’s totally like fishing for compliments: “Hey, X? Tell me why you think I rock!” Agh.
On my way home, I made a big, BIG mistake which cost me half an hour and a near-panic attack. I’m still not sure if I couldn’t breathe because I was freaking out about being so close to so many people, or if my windpipe was being compressed from too many sides!! This picture doesn’t even begin to do the situation justice, but I wound up here:
I will admit that I have been to Times Square on New Year’s Eve. In 2007, I went because I figured it was an “experience” I ought to have. But I left my house around 9.00 PM; I definitely did not camp out there all day! And having had that experience, I am perfectly content to stay at home in my pajamas and watch the ball drop on TV. Apparently, most of these people here did not share my view, because I was all but suffocated. I wound up fleeing in the opposite direction and taking a completely roundabout train route home, which is exactly what I was trying to avoid in the first place, and that’s why I ended up in Times Square!! Oy.
When I finally, finally made it home, I stuck a spaghetti squash into the oven. (Remember this?! Believe it or not, I only have a delicata squash and a butternut squash on the counter at the moment. Must replenish the squash stocks.) Then I set about making some “meatballs” using Lightlife Gimme Lean ground “sausage”, which was so incredibly easy it’s a joke; I rolled them into balls and baked them for a few minutes. After I took them out of the oven, I dropped them into a pot of boiling water and Sonny & Joe’s sauteed eggplant, which made for an extremely complex sauce.
I loved it. And I was never a major fan of meatballs!!
Little verbal vomit here: I do not have work tomorrow. The gym is closed tomorrow. I don’t really have to go anywhere or do anything… it is the makings of a total “lazy day.” And I am freaked out. I always have a hard time with Fridays — I get so anxious about the Friday night / Shabbos day meals, which I really should be used to by now, since I’ve been experiencing them for, oh, twenty-five plus years! But this is even worse… I am facing the prospect of being totally sedentary on a Friday. Horrors. When I shared this particular anxiety with my therapist, she said that it would be good for me to spend a day doing nothing, and that I should embrace it. Oh. Did I say I was freaked out before? Because now I’m really freaked out! In this whole “eat less, move more = good” society, I have an extremely difficult time allowing myself to eat — at all, let alone “normally” — when all I am doing is just… lazing around.
In case I haven’t done an adequate job of expressing this: I am terrified.
There. Now I can take a leisurely shower (apparently I need to learn how to do relaxing things, as well) and wait for midnight so that I can watch all the crazy people freezing and smashed up against one another in Times Square, all of which will increase my gratitude that I am home in my pajamas! How are you spending your New Year’s Eve??