When I was a kid, I went through a phase in which I loved alphabet soup. I was actually thinking about this post for a few days, and I decided that while I meant the phrase “alphabet soup” in a non-literal sense, it ought to be accompanied by a photo of a real alphabet soup! But, of course, since I actually liked something, they no longer make it. Figures.
So, the reason why I was thinking of “alphabet soup” at all was because I decided to do a little exercise… I’m going to go through the alphabet and for each letter, come up with at least one thing that I like / makes me happy / for which I am grateful. You can totally skip my boring list, but I’d definitely love to hear some of yours!
Aquarium – love my fishies!
Berries, baby powder, babydoll tops, baseball
Cereal, cherries, and crossword puzzles
Diet Snapple iced tea
Kaleidoscopes, ken ken, knitting
Laughs, luck, lettuce
Oceans, orange (the color!), Ouidad
Scuba diving, sudoku, sunshine
Understanding something I’ve been curious about
Waking up feeling refreshed
Xylophones (not cheating — they really DO make me happy!)
…wow, that was a lot harder than I thought it would be!! As a side note, I know I said they don’t make alphabet soup anymore. I had to buy alphabet pasta and make it myself. Which would have been fine, but the only one I could find was Eden Organic Vegetable Alphabets, for which I grossly overpaid. Ah, well. It looked more colorful than Ronzoni would have! (Of course, I found that tonight… love Mr. Murphy.)
This post is already long, and it’s only going to get longer! ;) I’ll try to keep it heavy on the images and light on the commentary, but you know me… I babble nonsensically! Apologies in advance.
Okay, here comes some of the aforementioned babbling! Some days are “see food” days — see it, eat it, move on with life. Some days I am a cash register of sorts, and my brain is frantically calculating and re-calculating and re-re-calculating calories all day long. I am not consciously doing this, but obviously it drives me completely crazy. Numbers + me = disaster. They belong on my paycheck, and nowhere else. But today was one of those days. I could not seem to stop my stupid brain from running up a tab, and for heavens’ sake, the sum will be the same every time, so stop doing it over and over and over again!
My clicking internal caculator was causing some anxiety issues. Clearly. Sort of on a massive scale by the time I got home from work, because of what I knew I had already eaten, and I was horrified that I was going to have to eat more. (Side note: my mom was totally surprised to find out that I take food to work with me every day. Um. Okay?) So I glumly set about making this salad (which, no, was not everything I ate):
Romaine, raspberries, and Lightlife chick’n strips… I blended vanilla yogurt, raspberries, red wine vinegar and Truvia for the dressing. I had way too much dressing for the salad (I like to put on a bit, not drown it!), so I just ate the rest. I ate salad dressing. Is that totally insane?!
This was originally going to include some of my sprouts, but there wasn’t really much sunshine at that point, so no photosynthesis for me. What would happen to someone if they ate white sprouts?!
After all of this insanely stupid crazy stress, I was more than ready to curl up in a ball for about a dozen years, but opted instead for a final F^*% YOU … and I will admit that I do have some reservations about even posting this photo, because for some reason I find it embarrassing, but whatever…
Real ice cream. Not fat-free. Not even low-fat. And I felt incredibly guilty for it enjoyed every bite … don’t have a clue what I think anymore!!
Except that my hand is itching like CRAZY, and if it doesn’t stop soon I just may rip my own arm out of its socket. Supposedly rubbing the inside of a banana peel on a mosquito bite will stop the itching. We’ll see about that… I just bought a couple of bananas (and cherries… and grapes… and kiwi) tonight, and you can bet I will be eating one tomorrow, if only to get at the peel!
Snapple “Real Fact” #808: Some violins contain 70 separate pieces of wood. Huh. Fascinating.
I’m off to weep over my itchy hand catch up on some blogs… have a beautiful Thursday!