I’m a glitter-dusting fairy!
This shirt was shedding sparkles all over the floor, my chair, my desk… I lived in a very glittery world.
And just to clarify: I did not, in fact, find boots. Turns out that it’s a good thing I couldn’t buy them online in my size, because today I found them in a store, and they were too big. Why is it that these boot manufacturers seem to think that the bigger your foot, the larger your calf?! Pardon me for not having a size four foot! I think that would look quite comical, given my height.
I was very “depressed” about my boot failure, so I bought these instead.
Romaine, roasted turnip, roasted green beans, alfalfa sprouts, and soy nuts… this worked out a little better than the last time I put those in a salad!
Minus anti-sog baggie.
A recent obsession: honey wheat pretzels… I can’t get enough of these! (Neither can my brother; it is extremely unusual for us to agree on something like this.)
Smooshed grapes. Oops.
Yves “chicken” burger (didn’t my Foreman do a pretty job?!), Steamfresh broccoli and cauliflower, bulgur — both of the latter with garlic salt. Natch. And as much as I love bulgur, I’m still having a difficult time with this whole “adding grains” thing. But it gets better…
I haven’t verbally vomited in a while, so here’s a quick one. Shortly after ingesting the abovementioned burger/veggies/bulgur, I went to see my nutritionist. Or tried to, anyway. I spent over half an hour driving around in circles, trying to find a parking space. And, no, that isn’t an exaggeration. I finally gave up, after popping a few blood vessels (I’m not exactly a patient driver in the best of circumstances… this was not putting me in a great mood); I stopped in front of a fire hydrant across the street from her house, put on my blinkers, and just ran in for a minute to get on the scale. Oh, the stupid scale. Did I mention I was already in a bad mood?! Because that certainly didn’t help matters. I’m not meant to, but I saw the number. Yes, I know I’m not a number, but seriously? I don’t get what all the fuss is about! Granted, I thought I was “fat” weighing twenty pounds less than I do, but still; this is just making me feel… yucky. As in, keep-me-away-from-sharp-objects yucky.
And I was planning to have a “rule breaking” day tomorrow (I’m sure you are all just dying to know)… which was freaking me out enough already, but now I’m really having a lovely bout of anxiety over it. I’m such a well-trained puppy of society that I feel like I need to “earn” the “right” to eat; which, to my crazy brain, means that it’s only “allowed” if I’m losing weight. Hmm. That doesn’t make much sense, see; it’s a self-defeating “rule,” really. Apparently my brain isn’t getting the message.
It really isn’t helping in the whole “feeling ugly” category that my arms are just not cooperating.
I should probably just suck it up and pay a visit to my dermatologist.
In the interest of keeping myself away from the abovementioned sharp objects, I will walk through my fairy dust and go to bed. Have a lovely Thursday.