Snapple “Real Fact” #840. I was actually going to use a clever title for this post — oh, something akin to the fact that this day was not fast AT ALL — but I just opened a diet Snapple and couldn’t resist including that fact! I wonder whether honey jars have “best by” dates… I’m too lazy to go downstairs to the kitchen and check. Hmm.
Wow. I totally overslept today, which never happens; I should have just taken that as a sign from Above that I was meant to be fasting!! But nope… I actually spoke with my nutritionist last night, and she totally reamed me out for even considering it. If I want to think about it for three weeks from today, then I can ask my rabbi, but oh my goodness, you would have thought the sky was falling last night. Geesh. Seriously — the world will not come to an end!Anyway, as I was saying… I wake up early enough every day that if I “oversleep” a bit, it won’t make a difference. But I still get into the habit of doing certain things at a certain time, and so I felt all hurried and rushed anyway. For starters, I was apparently sleeping on my arm, so it felt like a dead weight when I woke up, and I didn’t realize that the clasp of one of my bracelets had gotten caught in the fabric of my pillowcase. Not only is my pillowcase sort of ruined now, but look at this…
Actually, I shouldn’t complain about the bracelet. This is the second one I’ve had like it; the first one vanished into the depths of the pool, never to be seen again. Anyway,
I left the gym around the same time I always do, which meant that I felt a little more “aligned” … it’s crazy that having my schedule thrown off makes me feel so chaotic. Especially when said schedule was arranged to allow for some unforeseen circumstances, such as happened today. Sometimes I really wish I could just have some sort of personality overhaul and become more laid-back and easygoing, instead of being so high-strung all the time. I guess it does count for something that I managed not to have a completely crappy day despite its inauspicious beginnings! (You would think, too, that since I slept later, I’d be less tired than usual. Nope. No such luck!)
I saw my therapist today. As a little background note, last summer, my nutritionist and I had the same arrangement where I would get weighed at my doctor’s office, and she would speak to them to find out what was going on. But, remembering that it took a couple of weeks for everything to get settled, I just knew she wouldn’t have a chance to call him quite so soon, which is why I peeked. I know it’s stupid, because it shouldn’t matter to me. But what’s done is done; and even if I may have semi-accepted it, I guess I haven’t accepted it enough, because I cringe with embarrassment at the thought of … well, I’m not quite sure whether it’s gaining or the actual number that I find so mortifying. Either way, I refused to face the humiliation of telling her what it said, because she would have to call him anyway. My defective eyes, and all. But my therapist decided that if I am so ashamed of it, I have to share it, because “we’re only as sick as our secrets.” So it took the better part of an hour, but I finally did tell my therapist… and you know what, I don’t feel any better for it. How odd. (Inflect heavy dose of sarcasm here.) I have an assignment for next week, too. Do I want to recover? What does recovery look like to me? Sometimes I think she just likes having me writing essays! Heh.
The barbecue with my friends wasn’t tonight; it isn’t for another week and a half. Nothing ever happens easily around here… it’s always got to be complex and confusing! It was the first date that we could manage on which everyone was available at the same time. Is it any wonder we don’t get together more often?!
Some pictures, of course… (One of the only things I’d change on WordPress would be to make it possible to type up a post here while media is uploading. But I suppose you could theoretically write it in Word, or something.)
First, Sophia, here’s “the other eye” for you! (In case the name of my blog doesn’t give it away, or the multitude of weird and freakish photos of my own eye, I will state for the record that I have some sort of strange eye obsession!)
To be honest, I wasn’t totally enamored of it. That might have something to do with the fact that it was sun-dried tomato tortellini — the only kind I could find without cheese — and I abhor tomatoes! Ah, well. To finish up the spinach (because I only used a small amount of it in my wrap yesterday), I “stir-fried” it with a bit of garlic, soy sauce and brown rice vinegar. First time I ever had “wilted spinach,” which, if you ask me, is a nasty name! The tortellini package said “sauce and serve,” and, obedient thing that I am, I dumped some pasta sauce over the whole mess.
My culinary adventures apparently were not over…