Let’s just dive right in, shall we? (I apologize for the corny nature of that opening line. Bad things like that happen when I’m overtired!)
I tried a new cereal today: kamut flakes.
They were a lot “lighter” than any other flaked cereal I’ve ever had. Plain, they don’t really taste like anything much, but when I added the almond milk, they took on a subtle sweetness. Which I found weird, because the almond milk on its own doesn’t have much flavor either! Two negatives equal a positive, I guess. I didn’t love this enough to buy it regularly, though; it was on sale, so I figured I’d try it, but I don’t feel like it’s something I have to have.
I had a rocking salad today; you know how sometimes the individual components just don’t come together into something awesome? I’m happy to report that this was not the case today.
Romaine, roasted portabella mushrooms, roasted Brussels sprouts, tofu steak, and beets. Its enjoyability was probably increased by the fact that I was able to consume it sans interruptions. Mr. J’s absence helped a lot there!
My poor aching bones and I went to the pool tonight. I really needed a good swim. I walked out on the pool deck and I could immediately tell that I would not be getting a warm one. That was confirmed when I put my foot on the first step of the ladder. And then my goggles deconstructed themselves. I have the pieces, but I need a new string. That meant that I had to use my second-rate goggles — now I know why I never bothered to take them out of my swim bag! I spent at least ten minutes shivering, then swam five laps in what I am pretty sure is less time than I ever have before, solely because I was trying to keep myself from freezing to death. It didn’t work. I was not enjoying it. So I just got out of the pool and went to rinse off in the showers, which thankfully were hot… and as I stood there, I began to feel guilty for cutting my swim short. I was thisclose to putting my swimsuit back on and getting into the frigid water again, even though I know that cold water makes me utterly miserable.
This pisses me off on so many levels. I’ve loved swimming ever since I first learned how, practically before I could walk. It was never about burning calories for me; I am always very careful not to stay in the pool long enough to get compulsive over it. Apparently, it didn’t make any difference. I don’t quite know what to make of this, but I do know that it upsets me. A lot.
At least I have a bagful of fuzzy socks, I guess.
I also have a morning meeting tomorrow that will span over the time when I’d normally have a snack. And an RSI that is acting up again. And a class presentation for which I am not exactly prepared… I read the book and wrote out a very sketchy summary, and then I did a mock presentation for my mom. Which didn’t help on a practical level, since there are a lot of “industry terms” in there, and she had no idea what I was saying anyway, so who knows if it made any sense at all?! Not me, that’s for sure.
Since I woke up every hour on the hour last night (literally: 12.30, 1.38, 2.50, 3.40, and 4.48, at which point I gave up on sleep), I will curtail the ramblings and stop here now. If only there were some way to just keep my body on its right side, I might actually have a chance at sleeping through the night! … Heh, that’s a good joke.
Have a happy Hump Day!
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