Warning: this post is going to be kind of all over the place and very picture-heavy! Feel free to skip around, or whatever. 🙂
I set out this morning on Operation Beautiful, hitting up Target and then the gym.
Given the misty chill this morning (which later turned into hot and humid sunshine alternating with rain), it was a “sweatshirt day.”
In case you haven’t noticed, I have quite the collection of Aeropostale sweatshirts. Here is proof that sizing is totally arbitrary and a crazy thing upon which to base your self-worth: I bought a whole bunch of sweatshirts, all in the same size. Some of them are enormous. Some of them fit just fine. Some of them are snug. They are all the same size!! (The snug ones stretch out a bit eventually — this one did, at least — or I’d just have returned them. No need to make an uncomfortable situation worse!)
Speaking of collections… I have quite a mascara collection, too.
Even if I’m not wearing any other makeup, I absolutely need to wear mascara. (Bronzer is a close second.) What is your must-have cosmetic item?
Oh yes… remember that cute little sunscreen orb I bought, which I put in my bag so I can protect my skin from the sun like a responsible adult? (Even though I usually forget, but let’s pretend I don’t.) Apparently it decided to open of its own accord and spill everywhere. Now everything that was in there has a lovely … glow, even after I’ve tried to remove it.
Oh yes, some food photos. Well, I think that I can now officially get a job at a nursing home because I am finding out how to eat toothless! Okay, not quite. I actually managed to eat this:
Okay, it took a very. long. time. and lots of tiny pieces, and it was a rather painful experience, but it still happened. I feel like a baby starting out on solids — cheers!
I took advantage of the fact that I was actually home all day, and decided that it was high time I try banana baked oatmeal fresh from the oven.
I definitely thought this is better cold!
Something astounding happened today, and I actually made dinner. But of course I must prelude that photo with a long story… I’ve had this craving for kasha (buckwheat groats) for days. They’re kind of small kernels, so I was thinking it wouldn’t be a very good idea for me right now… so I went out to the health food store intending to get whole wheat pasta or something like that. But once I was there I decided that I want kasha, dammit! I already had that at home, so I was sure I had gone out for no reason. BUT! Look what I found! I nearly did a dance in the aisle… I’ve been looking for these forever!
…so back home I went, where I made my kasha. And I had been marinating some tofu in Worcestershire sauce, and then I put it in the microwave steamer. The slices were way too hot to lift out onto a plate, so I put the plate over the steamer basket and tried to upend it over the plate, and there went all my tofu, plopping into the sink. I suppose I could have taken it out, but … yeah, no. I crushed it in the disposal and grabbed some frozen edamame out of the freezer instead.
I have been trying to figure this out for ages, and I just can’t … what is the difference between a sweet potato and a yam??
I may or may not have mentioned that my mom was really sweet and paid for my extraction. Yes, she paid for all of my siblings’ extractions too, but I totally didn’t expect it and it was a really nice thing to do, so …
I’m pretty sure what kind of reaction this will get, because I know the concept of such a thought is simply not appreciated by her, or whatever, but I sent it anyway. (Yup, I’m a crazy person who mails things to people living in the same house I live in!)
Tomorrow it’s back to the daily grind… I really don’t want to go to work. Generally, even though I do hate losing the “freedom” of the weekend, there is a certain sort of comfort in getting back into a daily routine, especially in terms of diet, but that’s all screwed up now, and I’m feeling very apprehensive about it. I think I probably fell a little short today — and I am so sick of thinking It’s just until [my nutritionist] goes away, then you can stop doing this, which is clearly ridiculous, because it’s about me, not her. It just worries me to have to go to work with “waning motivation,” because in my job I tend to spend a lot of time working on my own, and I am blessed / cursed with the ability to multitask, so even if I am getting work done, my mind can still be going off in a million crazy directions.
That’s all, folks… have a beautiful start to your week!!