Monthly Archives: February 2010

Purim 2010

Last night, I was busy making mishloach manot packages.

My dad is a teacher; I made these for his students.

And for the “adults,” we used an upside down sombrero as a basket for a Mexican-themed Purim.

Chips, salsa, guacamole, and Corona.  And a hamantash, because it is Purim, after all!

This morning I woke up feeling very antsy.  I knew I wouldn’t be able to go to the gym today, and I was incredibly anxious about that.  So much so that this is what happened…

I didn’t.  More anxiety?  No thanks!  But I spent the whole day feeling extremely uncomfortable in my own skin.  Getting dressed was an attempt to ward off that sensation…

One of my favorite sweatshirts.  This passes as “style” for me during the winter months; throw on a sweatshirt and call it a day.

I did, however, wear Purim-appropriate earrings!

Yes, that’s a fish.  That’s Purim-appropriate because Purim is during the Hebrew month of Adar, the Zodiac sign for which is fish.

I also found a solution to my mascara “dilemma”…

One coat of lengthening, one coat of volumizing.  My  mom doesn’t like the way I do my eyeliner.  Random.  But she makes a point of pointing that out so I thought I’d do the same.  😉

I didn’t even come close to solving my protein pancake dilemma!

First I tried half a scoop of whey protein powder, two tablespoons of vital wheat gluten, Truvia, cinnamon, baking powder, baking soda, and cream of tartar.  I used half of a four-ounce cup of All Whites, which, by the way, is a lot more than two ounces.  It was still too liquidy, so I added a quarter of a teaspoon xanthan gum.  It was my first time using it, and I vastly underestimated its thickening capabilities, because I wound up with more of a goo than a batter!  Still, I plopped it onto my griddle.

They certainly don’t look like pancakes, but, hey… I took a bite.  And immediately spat it back out because the insides were completely raw.  I hate throwing out food, but I threw this out.  And started over again.

This time I used the other half of the four-ounce cup of All Whites, a scoop of soy protein powder, Truvia, cinnamon, baking powder, baking soda, and cream of tartar.  I added some water to thin out the batter… evidently, I added too much, because I wound up with more of a crepe than a pancake!  I made these in the microwave.

Whatever.  I still ate them.  But I’m getting extremely frustrated!

After pacing around the house for an hour because I was on “door duty” while my mom and dad went to deliver mishloach manot to my aunt and uncle, I went with my dad to do the same to my great aunt.  It always makes me so depressed to think about being that old (she’s 101) — when really, it should probably have the opposite effect!

This has nothing to do with anything, but I’m very proud of the fact that on the way home, we stopped at Target and I got a box of cereal for eighty-eight cents.  Thank you, thank you.  😉  Oh, and we passed by my gym at 2.07 — they close at 2.00 on Sundays (yes, crazy, I know!).  Funny how everything was locked up tight, but they don’t ever open seven minutes early.  Oh, no.

Eventually the most dreaded part of the day arrived… The Feast.

I did have one of these.

Only because it was made with sugar-free Jello.  I actually wasn’t a fan of the shot at all.  You live, you learn, right?

These next few pictures were taken kind of on the sly; nobody knows I have a blog, and the excuse of general weirdness can only get you so far.

These are called kreplach.  Essentially, they’re just dumplings.  There are a few reasons why they are eaten on Purim; one being that the filling is “hidden,” just like the Purim miracle was hidden.

This is why I call myself 99.9% vegetarian:

I eat chicken soup.  Or should I say, chicken broth… I don’t actually eat the chicken.  It happens once a week, on Friday nights.  I am vegetarian primarily because it grosses me out to be eating actual flesh.  If I’m not eating the meat itself, it isn’t worth the battle it would cause in this house for me to not eat the chicken soup.

Totally gross inside view of one of the kreplach.

And of course, I need to have a little verbal vomit here.  Trigger Niece, which is how she will henceforth be known, arrived.  I had actually forgotten about the fact that they’d be here.  As it turned out, my sister didn’t want her kids to fill up on junk food, so they’d already eaten.  Which meant that they were just sitting at the table “for company.”  Very uncomfortable and awkward… especially since we’re already pressed for space, what with a zillion kids in the house!  Anyway.  That wasn’t fun.

Then there was this.

I know, I know, it looks extremely unappetizing, but that’s because it’s been torn apart already.  Mostly by me.  Because I am a hopeless pig around this.  I could probably eat the entire thing on my own, no matter how full I felt.  I am not generally like that, and I hate it.  It just verifies my belief that I am an uncontrollable glutton.  And because I know this about myself and this dish, whenever it will be around, I feel like I “have” to restrict beforehand.  Even though doing that absolutely does not make the situation okay.

At least we received a few bottles of one of my favorite wines.

The blue bottle; I never tried the other one.  So that’s nice.  Even though I feel like the last thing I need right now is more calories!  Okay, okay, not going to go there.  Chill out.

Tomorrow it’s back to work as usual.  Joy of joys!  Though in a month from tomorrow night, I am going to be at a seder.  Which I am definitely not going to think about, because it will happen whether I freak out or not, so I may as well save myself the agony.

I love logic.

And now I must go take a shower to wash this day away, or I will go completely insane.  (For the moment, we can ignore the fact that I already am pretty crazy.)

Have a lovely start to your week.

“My way of joking is to tell the truth.  It’s the funniest joke in the world.”
~George Bernard Shaw

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Epic Post + Hamantashen Tutorial

This post is beyond epic.  (Sorry, Kim!)

This is what greeted me when I opened my front door on Friday morning:

Work was closed.  Of course, I was supposed to take a personal day, but I am definitely going to snatch that back; if everyone got the day off, why shouldn’t I?!

I’m not going to link back to my previous attempts every single time, because it is getting kind of ridiculous, but here’s another try at the protein pancakes:

I used the original “formula”: a scoop of soy protein powder, half a cup All Whites, a packet of Truvia, and a lot of cinnamon.  And baking powder, baking soda, and cream of tartar.  Except that this time, I made them on a griddle.  They look like pancakes, but they still had a little bit of an “eggy” flavor.  Which is fine, if you like eggs, but I don’t.

I’m sure I’ll come up with a satisfactory solution to this one day

Despite the lovely weather, I set out on my “Me Day.”  To start with, the gym was closed… apparently.  I don’t understand why everyone else I saw in the city managed to get out and about, but the people who open the gym can’t.  So that didn’t sit too well with me.  Can’t say I was too surprised, though!  Off I went to get my massage, then.

I’ve mentioned before how weird it is that I like massages, since I hate being touched.  The first few minutes of a massage are actually extremely awkward and uncomfortable for me, because I keep thinking about the fact that someone is pawing at all my fat!  This is why I need to do sixty-minute massages; thirty minutes leaves me very little time to actually enjoy the massage, since I would have to spend at least half of that time chasing away intrusive thoughts.  Anyway, after what happened at my last massage, I booked this one at a spa where all of the massage therapists are Asian and barely speak a word of English.  Indeed, she did not speak much English, and for the most part, she kept her mouth shut, which was what I wanted.  But she said something that sounded very much like “body beautiful.”  I was sure I was hearing things, and chose to ignore it.  And then, at the end of my massage, she said, “Okay, done,” and I sat up and she looked right at me and very clearly said, “You have beautiful body!”  Why do people think it is okay to comment on such things?!  It is one of the eternal mysteries of life.  Yes, I get it, most people would perceive that as a compliment.  But I don’t.  In fact, it is probably the last thing I need to hear right now!  Maybe I should rethink this whole “getting a massage” thing.  It just messes with my head… if I have a “beautiful body” now, it stands to reason that it won’t be “beautiful” post-weight gain!  Oh, why can’t people keep their mouths shut??

After that, I traipsed very c-a-r-e-f-u-l-l-y through the snow (I do not want another injury, thank you very much) to get my long-overdue haircut.

You may have noticed that I never, ever wear studs.  They actually hurt my ears if I wear them too often, and they’re not really “me” at all.  But I wear them when I get my hair cut, because the idea of wearing no earrings is unthinkable to me, and longer ones just get in the way.

Before (it was kind of wet when I took this picture):


It makes me so sad to think of all the years I hated my hair before I discovered Ouidad!  I’m really not one to tout name brands over generic, or things like that, but in this case it really is worth every penny, because there is such a marked difference.  Don’t get me wrong, I still hate my hair most of the time and wish I could just roll out of bed and go, but at least now I have the option of having it look halfway decent.

After that, it was out into the snow (because there is generally precipitation on the day that I get my hair cut!) … to go to Whole Foods, where I picked up a new Turtle Mountain flavor.

We all liked this one.  How strange!

Something that was potentially exciting yesterday was this:

An empty jar of Dark Chocolate Dreams!

That doesn’t really look like oats, does it? … Well.  I used old-fashioned oats and attempted to stir in beaten All Whites, but apparently there was too much of it.  The oats were totally lost in there.  I don’t get it, because I used the same amount of oats as I did oat bran last time I added All Whites… I guess it just doesn’t work as well with old-fashioned oats?  Either way, it tasted like eggs.  As previously established, I do not like eggs.  Actually, it kind of grosses me out.  But I had to get to the bottom…

So I ate them anyway.  How repulsive of me.  And what a waste of OIAJ!  Sigh.

As requested, here’s a hamantash tutorial!

The dough that I use is from this book’s linzer tart recipe.  Please note: this is not a healthy recipe in any way, shape or form!

First, assemble your ingredients.

You’ll need two cups of flour, half a cup of sugar, one cup of margarine or butter, one egg, half a teaspoon vanilla extract, and a filling of your choice.  I used Splenda here because I made this batch for one of my brothers who can’t have sugar, but I generally don’t like to use Splenda in this particular recipe.  The dough gets a little too tough and hard to handle.

Mix the margarine or butter at medium speed until it’s nice and creamy.

Add the sugar, and mix until combined.

Add the egg…

…and the vanilla extract.

Once that’s all combined, slowly add in the flour, about half a cup at a time.

Of course, you can dump it all in at once, but then the flour will probably go flying everywhere.  Which is usually what happens to me, because I get too impatient to do it slowly.  😉

Mix just until the flour is incorporated; especially if you’re not using real sugar, the dough can get tough.  If you are using real sugar, it should be the tiniest bit “sticky.”  Roll the dough into balls about the size of walnuts and put them on ungreased cookie sheets.

Moisten a paper towel with warm water and flatten the balls into circles.  (I used the bottom of my dry measuring cup.)

As a side note, now might be a good time to preheat your oven to 350° F!  

Once you have your rounds of dough, put a dollop of filling in the center of each.  It really depends on how much filling you want / how big your dough circles are, but I would guess that I used a little more than a teaspoon for each circle.  As for the filling, the traditional one is actually poppy seed, but more popular ones include raspberry, strawberry and apricot.  And prune lekvar.  I make a few of those because my dad loves it.  But here I used sugar-free raspberry jam (which appeared in my refrigerator from out of nowhere — I think my cousins left it behind).

Fold over the sides of the circle as shown below, so that you wind up with a triangle shape:

Bake for about fifteen minutes; the dough will be pale.  They don’t darken much!  (Especially not when using Splenda, which doesn’t caramelize the way sugar does.)

The (not-so-pretty!) finished product:

My brother’s Jello shots:

I wouldn’t try one. He was a little miffed. But I couldn’t bring myself to ingest that amount of sugar. (Please note that I have no issues with the alcohol content… clearly my priorities are in order!) My parents were all but begging me to drink it (can you drink a Jello shot?) — I swear, I am the only person on the planet whose parents want their child to drink!

I know I owe responses to a few people, and I am terrified to even open my Google Reader… but I had to hear the Megillah tonight (as well as tomorrow!), and now I have a LOT of misloach manot packages to assemble.  I will get back to everyone, I promise!

Provided I survive tomorrow, that is.  Words cannot describe how frightening it is to be surrounded by foodfoodfood and not be able to work out.  For the third day in a row.  Wheeeeeee!  And I will leave it at that because this post is already far, far too long.

“When humor goes, there goes civilization.”
~Erma Bombeck

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Blogiversary + “My Favorite Things” Giveaway!

This isn’t a “real” post — I don’t have time for that on Fridays, especially in the winter — but I just wanted to get this up right quick.  Regular posting will resume, hopefully, tomorrow.

Next Saturday will be one year since I’ve begun blogging, so I am having a “My Favorite Things” giveaway to celebrate!  (Or should I call it “Some of My Favorite Things”?!)

I’m really, really sorry about this, especially because I know I have several regular international readers, but I can only keep this open to U.S. residents.  😦

Here are the goods…

  • PB&Co. White Chocolate Wonderful
  • Emerald Cocoa Roast Almonds
  • Cheerios (just to represent my love of cereal in general!)
  • Glenny’s Multigrain Soy Crisps
  • Honey wheat pretzels
  • Chocolate dipped whole wheat pretzels


  • NuGo Dark bar, chocolate chocolate chip
  • NuGo 10 bar, cranberry
  • PURE bar, chocolate brownie

  • Postcard (from the Cayman Islands… encapsulates diving and traveling, I guess!)
  • Crossword puzzles
  • Vanilla scented candle
  • Journal (writing)
  • Fuzzy socks!

And, of course…

  • earrings!  (Blue Eyed Heart, get it?  Ha ha.)

Also, as always, I may or may not toss some other random thing in there.  And to make it about you, the winner can choose one of their favorite things that I will include.  (Within reason, of course; I’d love to give you a million dollars, but I’m afraid that’s not going to happen!  If it fits in the box, and I can get my hands on it, you’ve got it.)

I want to do somewhat of an overhaul of my blog; I’m usually fine with the fact that it’s all over the place, but I’d like to turn it into a more organized form of chaos!  So, here’s how to enter:

  1. Leave me a comment telling me what to change on my blog (aesthetically, content-wise… whatever)
  2. Link back and leave a separate comment to let me know you did

    That’s it!  I’ll be picking the winner next Saturday night, March 6, around 9.00 PM EST.

Yap Yap Yap

I’ve been getting a lot of questions about acupuncture following this post; I intended to address the topic yesterday, but my head was in another place!  Anyway, I’m not an expert by any means.  All I know is that someone who works in the same place I do swears it helped her carpal tunnel sydrome, and since nothing else has worked to date, I figured it was worth a shot.  Nobody spoke to the acupuncturist but me; I’m the one who told him I don’t have a period.  As for those of you who are squeamish when it comes to needles, if you don’t look, you won’t even know that there’s a needle in your skin.  You just feel a tiny pinprick of pressure for a second, and then for the next twenty minutes you can even take a little nap if you’d like.  Which I did like.  (And the knee / hip / thigh seems to be holding up pretty well … just a little residual dull ache.  I’m pondering trying some light cardio tomorrow.)

Last night, my mom was cleaning out some kitchen cabinets.  (Can I just say that I do not understand the concept of “cleaning for Pesach” when these cabinets are all going to be locked up for that week anyway?!)  I needed to be present for the cabinets that have things in them which I use, because I’d never be able to find them again if I wasn’t there!  Yesterday this was dubbed the “Peanut Butter Closet.”

Yikes.  It looks kind of like a supermarket shelf, since they’re mostly PB&Co.!

On the topic of peanut butter, though, look what was in that closet:

OIAJ was on the menu, obviously.

Second day in a row of a “different breakfast.”  Actually, I tasted some of the oat bran before I dumped it in the jar; it was just plain oat bran mixed with Truvia.  Sometimes I get so wrapped up in adding a bunch of crazy things, I forget how good it is when I keep it plain and simple.

I foresee another OIAJ in the very near future, because this means that another jar is ready:

Yes, I know, it looks like poop on a log.  I can’t spread peanut butter on a banana.  It’s too slimy!  My inability to do that is an ongoing problem.

Actually, that picture is from yesterday.  After last week’s banana saga, I bought three this week.  (Side point: three adorable, perfectly-sized organic bananas were less than $.50!)  But now I have to find ways to use them!  I took one to work with me today, but for reasons explained below, I didn’t wind up eating it there.  I did use half of it when I got home, though…

Double chocolate chip muffin topper, vanilla yogurt, sliced banana.

Would you believe that this is the first time I’ve ever had banana in yogurt?

So, the reason why I did not eat this banana at work… I mentioned earlier this week that I was probably going to have to skip therapy.  My therapist had some sort of meeting this morning, and she wasn’t sure if she’d be back by the time of my appointment (which, for the record, is 2.30).  She was supposed to call me if she was going to make it.  Since I don’t take a lunch break on therapy days, because that is my lunch break, here I was at 3.00 or so, lunch break still untaken.  And I would have eaten the banana either on the way to my therapist’s office, or on the way back to work, because I am a crazy person and I won’t throw out any food-related item in the office trash can.  And I am not about to bring home a banana peel to dispose of it!  At that point, I decided that I would just leave work an hour early and consider it my lunch break.  I ran this by Mr. J.  He said okay.  Then when I was leaving, he got all upset — “Where are you going?  Oh, you’re leaving leaving?!  That’s against departmental policy, you can’t take a lunch break after 4.00.  Don’t do it again.”  Okay, dude, whatever — I asked you about this!  He drives me crazy.

Anyway, I texted my brother, who was home today, and asked him to test the water levels in the aquarium.  The pH was a little low, but it usually is… and the ammonia didn’t sound too bad, so I decided to risk getting a new pleco.  I didn’t take a picture of it, but you’ve seen enough of them on my blog by now.  :p  It isn’t even a bristlenose pleco, which means it will potentially get huge and ugly, but if it lives long enough to do that, I will be very happy indeed.  I did another water change before transferring the pleco, and when I tested the water after that, the ammonia was at zero.  Perfection.

To “reward” myself for being so “non-observant” or whatever you want to call it, this made an appearance:

This, or some variation of this, is pretty much a “go-to” meal for me.  Vegetarian drumstick, bulgur, and a pile of steamed vegetables (broccoli, cauliflower and carrots, in this case).  And garlic salt, obviously.

And oh! Purim is coming! (Yep, much as I’d like to deny it…)

I made hamantashen, because it’s a tradition for me to do that every year.  It’s been ages since I’ve baked properly; I really love it, but I hate cleaning up afterwards!  Usually, hamantashen are made by rolling out the dough, cutting out circles, putting the filling on the circle, and folding over the sides.  I absolutely hate making cut-out cookies.  A few years ago I had a stroke of brilliance, and now I use a linzer tart dough recipe.  Basically, the dough is soft enough for me to roll it into a ball, flatten it, and then gently push up the sides around / over the filling to form a triangle.  Makes my life so much easier.  And everyone loves the linzer tarts, so this is a winner in all respects.  Baker is happy, eaters are happy.  🙂

And also in the Purim spirit, my brother conducted a little experiment.

Jello shots!  (He made this brilliant observation about the jel: “It smells like sugar.”  Nooo.  Why would it?!  It’s only, like, 100% sugar!)

As it turns out, we are staying home for Shabbos.  My mom told me, “What, we’re going to leave you here to eat by yourself?!”  Which is such rubbish, because what I want is never a deciding factor in these things.  My dad probably said he didn’t want to go.  Either way, I’m glad we’re not going to my brother.  (Even though, to be honest, there is a small part of me that is upset about it because I know that I wouldn’t eat there, or at least a lot less than I will at home.  But it’s a small part.  Can I count that as a good thing?!)

That little bit of relief aside, I am still feeling stressed and anxious, and I decided that Katie’s suggestion was a good one.

I was actually going to do school reading in there.  But I figured that probably would have been kind of counterproductive, considering I was supposed to be doing something relaxing, so I read a magazine instead.  I’m trying to convince myself that I don’t feel guilty for just vegetating like that instead of being productive.  (And also thinking that my poor butt wants me to invest in a padded bath mat!!  Do such things even exist?!)

Work might be closed tomorrow due to the weather.  (Yes, more snow.)  Even if it’s not, I am taking off … for a totally self-indulgent “Me Day.”  One which makes me cringe both because I always feel so selfish for it, and because it is going to be insanely expensive.  I should be getting my hair cut every six to eight weeks.  I do get my hair cut probably every six months.  What can I say … once I’ve been to Ouidad, I can’t go anywhere else, and it’s too freaking expensive for me to go as often as I should.  And I am also going to be extremely brave and get a massage… I still think it’s strange that I like massages, because I’m not a touchy-feely person at all.  In fact, I am quite abhorrent of being touched!  Maybe I’m masochistic and love having someone attack the knots and kinks in my back / neck / shoulders.  And believe me, there are a lot of them!

I think I’ve babbled on long enough for one evening… and effectively negated any chance of my getting any work done before I pass out.  I will shut up now.

Have a great weekend!

“Candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker.”
~Roald Dahl
(I love that guy.  And this is very Purim-appropriate!)

Nervous Wreck

There is something that I do every morning.  I am not going to say what it is, because it is dumb and disordered and I don’t want to give anyone any ideas; besides, it’s irrelevant.  The point is that this morning, I came downstairs and realized that I had forgotten to do it.  Because I don’t want to say what “it” is, just take my word for it that doing it at that point would have involved a lot of hassle.

I didn’t do it.

Something I did do: change up my breakfast.  I usually just eat cereal and granola with almond milk, because it’s fast and easy and I don’t need to think about it.  But the other day, my mom opened the door to the refrigerator, and this came flying out:

The container cracked a bit, so I needed to use it up before it went bad.  (Speaking of things going bad, I stumbled across this article yesterday, about expiration dates on products.  I’d love to hear your takes on the matter!)

Anyway, I mixed the yogurt with kamut flakes.  This flavor was way too sweet for me.  (Well, duh.  There are only about a zillion grams of sugar in it!)

Big, big news: my knee / hip / thigh feels a lot better.  I was even able to stand on one foot today without feeling like my leg would give way!  (To clarify: I don’t generally stand around on one foot, but I don’t usually sit down to put on my socks.)  I really wanted to use the elliptical today, but I did something I rarely do and made what was probably the sensible choice in opting to take it easy for another couple of days.  I hate that.  If it was any other body part, I’d probably just go for it, but I know how easy it is to permanently f*** up your knee… no thanks.

I met my friend for lunch today…

Peppers, onions, baby bellas, tofu cutlet, Bragg’s.  But the belated Valentine’s Day gift that she gave me is much more appealing:

Isn’t that adorable?!

So, my visit to Petco.  To make a long story short, I wanted to get another pleco — “backup” for the one I already had.  But the only bristlenose pleco they had was kind of on the way into the next world, so I came away with this.

Cory catfish.  Times two.

As I was transferring them into my tank (during which operation the bucket of water somehow upended, sending its contents splashing everywhere), I realized that my pleco was dead.  Lovely.  I was all set to run out to Petco and buy another one, but then I thought that since my bottom feeders are dying, I ought to check my water levels before buying anything — high ammonia levels kill those first.  The pH was a little low, and the ammonia level was practically in another stratosphere.  Obviously, “corrective measures” are being taken, but … I am not happy.  Or a scientist.

As it turns out, I didn’t really miss very much by skipping school tonight… my professor’s father died this afternoon, and he still showed up.  He said it would be an extra-short class, but I’m told it was the longest yet.  The guy is crazy… but because I “cut class,” I had time to make this.

Spaghetti squash with a “meat sauce” made from pasta sauce and TVP.

I really wanted to get next week’s reading done, since I was supposed to be in class anyway.  All of the aquarium drama kind of got in the way of that.  I’ve “read” two out of the three articles, but the bulk of the information did not enter my brain.  I’m sort of a nervous wreck — insanely anxious and I don’t really know why — and I can’t focus at all when I feel that way.  When I am anxious, I tend to drink a lot of fluids, which just makes things worse, because then I feel bloated, which is the equivalent of “feeling fat.”  And the fact that it was diet Snapple iced tea I was drinking?  That wasn’t too smart, given that it contains caffeine!  I really, really, really could have used my therapy session tomorrow. Which, coincidentally, is a fast day.

On top of that, my brother’s birthday is on Sunday, and he called to ask if we want to come over for one of the Shabbos meals.  In this family, “called to ask if [you] want to come” means that he spoke to my mom about it, who said that she needs to ask my dad what he wants to do.  And my brother (who lives here) and I are expected to tag along in accordance with whatever my dad decides.  I, obviously, don’t want to go.  My mom said that if I don’t go, “She [my sister-in-law] will think you’re really sick, not ‘fakely’ sick.”  Sigh.  Oh, Mother…

I truly do not know how I am going to survive the next few days.  It isn’t looking good.

Oh, well — have a lovely Thursday.

“No one would choose a friendless existence on condition of having all the other things in the world.”
(It isn’t exactly an either / or thing … some of us have the former without the latter)

Nuts Over Needles

Slowly defrosting from a chilly swim… it really, really upsets me when the water is so cold that I need to expend so much energy and swim like a lunatic if I don’t want to freeze.  I’m supposed to be relaxing.  And since swimming is a relatively low-impact activity, and it didn’t hurt last week, I figured it would be okay for my stupid leg.  It would have been better if the water wasn’t cold.  Gahhh!

I had my second acupuncture appointment today.  Because my knee / hip / leg is still all messed up, I told him that it was also my hamstring that was hurting.  Well.  Apparently I’m not up to snuff on my human anatomy, because after my appointment, I realized it is actually my Sartorius muscle that’s causing most of the pain.  It’s usually fine when I’m sitting still, but sometimes when I walk or stand it tenses up so much that it sends a kind of spasm down my thigh.  Not fun.  But also thankfully not as bad as it was.

Anyway, that’s my left leg.  I felt him poking needles into my right leg too, and when I asked why he was doing that, he said it was so that I could get my period back.  It was never my intention to get rid of it in the first place, though I won’t deny it’s one less hassle in my life; but it would also make things a lot easier on me if I did have a period.  (Primarily because my mom couldn’t care less if I weighed fifty pounds; if I have my period, I am “healthy” because I can procreate.  Gah.)  I thought I wanted to get it back.  Judging by my reaction to those needles, though, I wonder if I really mean that.  Because I freaked. out. Something along the lines of this: Well, if I need to gain weight to get my period, and this is going to make me get it back, then that means this will make me gain weight.  I don’t want to do that, certainly not from something totally out of my control! I was, obviously, a wee bit hysterical.  I told him that I was not interested in gaining weight via “outside sources,” and he said, “I don’t mean you’re going to gain ten pounds from it.”  For goodness’ sake, it’s the principle of the matter here!  I don’t think he took that needle out, either.  And now I really need to examine this and figure out why I had the reaction I that I did, because I don’t understand it.

Even though it was raining and windy and gross outside, I needed to go somewhere, so I went to Whole Foods on my lunch break.  Actually, I went to get something in particular, which, of course, they didn’t have.  It’s just as well, though; carrying packages in that type of weather is not very high on my list of fun activities!  Nor is sitting in wet clothes, but such is life.

Romaine, roasted baby bellas, tofu cutlet, Brussels sprouts roasted with seasoned salt.

Also along for the ride today was this little cup of wonder.

I know it looks kind of gross, but things like this do not photograph well.  At least, not when I’m the one behind the lens!

It appears that I have reached a decision about whether to attend class tomorrow; one reason why I am not going to go is this.

My catfish died.  I need to go to Petco and get another one.  And I was just getting used to having an aquarium free of drama!!  Anyway, I messaged one of my classmates so that in the very unlikely event that my professor says something of note that I need to know, I will be kept updated.  Still, I feel kind of guilty.  I never cut class.  Ever.  Especially not when I’m paying through the nose for it!  But this is a really silly thing over which to waste guilt, isn’t it?…

The Queen of Random Injuries strikes again! You understand why I need this torso to illustrate…

I have a scratch in the general vicinity of that red dot.  I would really love to know how it got there!

I’ve been sleeping horribly this week.  I can’t seem to get drift off before midnight, and my eyes pop open before my alarm even goes off at 5.00 AM, and then I can’t get back to sleep.  I attempted to watch the Olympics earlier, but ever since the switch to digital, my TV keeps “skipping.”  So much for advances in technology, huh?  I’m taking that as a sign that I need to go to bed.

Have a happy Hump day!

Your fellow is your mirror. If your own face is clean, so will be the image you perceive. But should you look upon your fellow and see a blemish, it is your own imperfection that you are encountering — you are being shown what it is that you must correct within yourself.
~The Baal Shem Tov

Ho hum

This is so typical, it’s practically funny.  I don’t want to get into too much detail, because I don’t like being “personal” about other people on here… let’s just say that there’s this little “family issue” right now, which has nothing to do with me (I know, I know, hard to believe).  Yet somehow it’s become my problem!  My brother (who is really the one who ought to be dealing with this) is not very talkative with my parents; even though they claim that I’m quiet, he’s a thousand times worse.  When I said this to them (like I said, it has been turned into my problem, hence this discussion), my mom said, “Yes, you talk, but you red narishkeiten.”  Essentially, she just told me that I “talk nonsense.”  I’m so above being insulted by something like that from her… I just told her that it’s no wonder my brother won’t talk to her — he doesn’t want to put up with that crap!  She claims that she “just wanted to see what [I] would say.”  Uh-huh.  Yeah.  Right.

I tried a new mascara today… as was previously established, I have somewhat of a collection of mascaras.  My mom asked me to pick up one for her yesterday, and it was 50% off if I bought a second one, so …

Lengthening?  Yes, maybe a little.  But not volumizing at all.  I don’t have especially short eyelashes, so I think I still prefer my good old-fashioned L’Oreal Voluminous mascara!

And just for the hell of it, even though I am 99.9% sure I’ve posted these before:

Work was a little crazy.  Aside from the whole “walking like a penguin” situation, my co-worker is going home for a month (abroad), and apparently she has decided that it is imperative for certain tasks to be done in her absence.  By me.  This wouldn’t be such a big problem, except that I can’t talk to this woman without wanting to pull my hair out of my head.  It’s a good thing I have thick hair…

She also interrupted me while I was working on this (and trust me, it was a chore)… and we all know how much I love when that happens, right?

Romaine, roasted rutabaga, tempeh, cucumbers, and zygote carrots.  How is it possible that I lived for twenty-five years without knowing about the awesomeness of rutabaga?!

Working on the Cluckphrey patties, because Stef reminded me they were in my freezer!

They really do taste a lot better baked than microwaved.  (Note the carrots… for the second time today!)

I left work early today to go to my follow-up visit, part two at my dentist’s office.  My appointment was for 4.00; coincidentally, my dad had an appointment there at 4.15, so I could have hitched a ride home with him instead of taking the subway.  I got there early, and all the dentist had to do was look at me — all good, I don’t need to go back until my next checkup in June, yay! — so I was done by 3.52.  I didn’t feel like hanging around, so I just went home.  I got back before 4.30, and my dad didn’t get home until 5.00 or so.  Good decision on my part.  With my free time, I went to my sister’s house to pick up my “files” — me filing my taxes is not a pretty sight, and so my sister does it for me.  And two of my brothers, but I’m the only one who “pays” her.  Okay, fine, this was the payment:

But they’re pretty!!  And I’m “sticking with what I know.”  😉

I may be skipping therapy this week.  Variety of reasons, for which nobody is really at fault.  But it isn’t really the greatest timing… especially as I am likely not fasting on Thursday, and a favorite (insert extreme sarcasm) holiday, foodcentric like all the others, is on Sunday… yeah.  This would be a good time for me to convince myself that I don’t  need others’ support.  Which I should really be used to by now!!  My nutritionist says that she is going to “make a suggestion” to my therapist that we have a phone session before Purim, which leads me to believe that I should be freaking out about this.  I think that I am thinking too much.

Speaking of my nutritionist, her daughter “interviewed” me tonight.  She is just fascinated that she can say that she knows a “real author” (her words, not mine!) — personally, I find this whole situation to be extremely amusing.  I also seem to remember that I was “good with kids” once upon a time, and now if they can talk (as in, anything above infancy) it’s just like any other social situation for me.  Oh dear.

But also on the topic of my nutritionist, I’m giving her a little “Purim gift” next week:

Isn’t that sweet.  :p

I am still going crazy with having my mobility impaired.  I guess one positive that may come of this is that I am going to end up with some killer abs; I can’t really work out any other part of my body!!  On the downside, everything else will turn to mush.  However, since I was kept awake past midnight last night due to the insanity of the situation I mentioned in the first paragraph, I am beyond exhausted.  And will probably be in the same state tomorrow.  So I am going to curtail my rambling now.

Have a happy Tuesday!

“All great truths begin as blasphemies.”
~George Bernard Shaw
(Don’t tell this to my parents…)