…to my centennial! I’m going to throw a wild party. Seriously, though, I feel like I’m a hundred years old. I purchased an “arthritis heatwrap” this morning. (If it’s for “sprains, strains, and overuse injuries” too, why is it called an “arthritis heatwrap”?!)
Didn’t really seem to make much of a difference. My therapist is “very concerned” about my body that is “falling apart.” (The former term is hers, the latter is mine.) I think she’s overreacting a bit, since my wrist injury has been a chronic issue for the past couple of years, and this knee thing is a recent development. It happens. People get injured. It’s not like something different is wrong with me every other day! Either way, if this doesn’t go away soon, as much as I hate spending all my time and money on doctors, I am going to see an orthopedist. I do not take well to inactivity, and because I feel like I should be resting it, I’m trying to cut out all cardio. But I still need to be able to be mobile!!
Anyway, enough of that. But as a side note, I did print out a selected portion of this post and give it to my therapist. Um, as I was walking out her door after my appointment. Go, me.
As a “parting shot,” my mom informed me, my cousin used one of my jars of (baby food) carrots. Okay… I would like to know the following: what possessed her to think that we would even have baby food in this house, considering that I am the youngest person living here?? And why would you travel with a baby and neglect to take food with you?!
Believe it or not, there actually was some food that they did not eat. I know. I’m shocked, too.
Looks kind of disgusting. But looks can be deceiving. Anyway, I always use raspberry preserves; I genuinely like it, but I decided to try something different, and I now have a jar of blueberry and a jar of blackberry preserves. Which to try next??
To further prove that looks can be deceiving, feast your eyes on this:
Wheat couscous, All Whites, sauteed eggplant, and mushrooms. (Random, but I just noticed that the nutrition label on the page with the mushrooms is actually from some other product. Heh.) Yeah, okay, this doesn’t look bad, but wait!
Now that looks rather revolting. I assure you it tasted a lot better than it looks!!
And now, because I should be doing some more schoolwork, I’m going to procrastinate and have a little storytime!
This pedometer actually belongs to my mom. Not that she ever uses it, or anything. I have one of my own, which has been sitting on my dresser for months on end. She wanted one. I have attachment issues, apparently, because I didn’t want to part with mine, so I bought her a new one. She never really used it. My brother borrowed it once, and it’s been sitting on his dresser ever since.
Most of the food we buy in my neighborhood comes from one of two stores: a particular grocery, or a particular supermarket. My mom has been wondering aloud for the longest time which one is closer to my house. Mapquest didn’t help, because it sent us around the block with the car and then counted the mileage driven. I thought it made more sense to just use a pedometer to walk to one store, check how many steps you’ve taken, then re-set the pedometer when you reach the second store and walk home. Which is what I did. (411 steps for the one I said was closer; 424 for the other. In case you were wondering. :p)
I don’t remember what day that was, but I didn’t have work, so it was sometime in the last week. AKA, the Week From Hell, and it was decided that wearing a pedometer all day was a good idea. NOT!! I am pleased to report that it stayed at home today, so I don’t know how many steps I hobbled. I’m apparently starting a pedometer collection on my dresser, if anyone wants to contribute.
Okay, I need to get back to work here. Boring articles are calling my name. Actually, one quick “dilemma” — my first class next Wednesday is being held online instead, not in real-time, because the professor is going out of town. I don’t really want to stick around for three hours waiting for my second class… supposedly, if you miss three classes, you get an automatic F. I know I’m going to be missing one week for Pesach… so I don’t know what to do. Hmm. When I e-mailed my “proposal” to that professor tonight, I told him that I might not be able to make it to the lecture next week, but I still don’t know what to do.
Except go read some more articles now, I guess.
Have a great weekend.
“Attention to health is life’s greatest hindrance.”
(With all due respect, man, you got it wrong this time)