Even though I feel like I’ve said this a million times, I’m going to say it again, because I don’t assume everything I say is so memorable! ;) And none of the next paragraph will make any sense if I don’t say this first. Anyway, I have a gold card membership to my gym. I can go to any branch, but I generally use three: one from Monday through Thursday, one on Friday, and one near (relatively… it takes me about an hour to walk there) my house on Sundays. The last one is the where I spent an hour standing in the snow a few weeks ago. It opens at 9.00 AM. The first two branches open at 7.00 and 7.30, respectively.
I tried to sleep late today, but I gave up around 6.45. (I remember the days when I considered that insanely early… and now it’s called “sleeping late”!) Even though I was uncomfortable with it, I was resigned to the fact that I would not be able to go to the gym today. Still, since I was already awake, and since there wasn’t actually that much snow on the ground, I called the Monday-Thursday gym a little after 7.00, and it was open. It’s kind of far from my house, but I was going to go there anyway. Then, after breakfast, right before I left the house, I called the Friday gym — it’s a little closer to where I live. They were open, too! This made me very happy. So much so that I even gave up walking outside for the elliptical, because I have a feeling that most “normal” people probably avoid traipsing about in snowstorms.
Speaking of “normal people,” my mom was really mad when she found out I was going to the gym. She said that I am “not normal.” I told her that I was pretty sure that I would not be the only person there — and, in fact, I was not — and she said, “But those people don’t have your problem, you are not well.” Okay, Mom… and the point is…? Sigh. Yes, I am crazy, we all know this. Accept it as a fact of life and move on!
Backtracking to breakfast, remember how I was so delighted at the protein content of my cottage cheese pancakes? Well, today I made pancakes with a protein count that put those to shame.
I may have seen something like this on another blog, but if I did, I don’t remember whose it was; feel free to claim credit if it was yours! Anyway, I combined half a cup of All Whites with a scoop of protein powder, a packet of Truvia, a few dashes of cinnamon, and the tiniest pinch each of baking powder and baking soda. The awesome thing about these pancakes is that they contain 36g of protein. What is not so awesome is the fact that I made them in the microwave, and I totally overcooked them. The taste was fine, but they were tough. And I generally like things “tough,” but this was overkill. I ate them anyway. Because… well, you know. I’m excited for the prospects this gives me, though! Maybe it had something to do with the fact that they were so, ahem, “well-done,” and maybe they were sitting like a rock in my stomach, but I was still insanely full four hours later. So.
On my way home from the gym, I got off the train a couple of stops before I needed to, because I had visions of a peaceful walk through falling snowflakes dancing in my head. Eh… not so much. I emerged to a gust of wind that blew a sheet of frozen pellets at my face. Sleet and hail. Nice. I started walking anyway, and eventually it stopped. I was very camera-happy in my meandering today, though…
Okay, okay, I’ll stop. :p
Much to my chagrin, I came to the realization that I would have to eat the lunch I had packed for work yesterday; it wouldn’t last forever, and the next time that I’m going to be taking a salad to work is next Tuesday! This is what it looked like originally:
Romaine, alfalfa sprouts, steamed zygote carrots, and Lightlife Gimme Lean Sausage, which I just diced up and baked for a few minutes. This is what it looked like after I mixed it all up:
I realize that it looks disgusting, but I assure you it wasn’t. I’m not upset about it anymore, actually, because it was fantastic. And I totally used the sauteed eggplant as a dressing; and like I always say, that stuff can make anything incredible.
My shoveling style is apparently extremely non-ergonomic; I have quite a backache! The snow was falling faster than I could shovel it, but that’s okay, I don’t really mind shoveling. My brother did it once this morning before he left for work, then my mom took a turn, then I did it twice, and then my mom did it again. When I was gearing up to go out again, this time to shovel the back deck so that my brother won’t be stuck in the garage when he gets home, my mom got really pissed at me because “People like you should not be shoveling.” Say what??
In between all of that shoveling, I had to run out to buy mushrooms, because I finally got around to making a “pizza.” There’s actually nothing “pizza-ish” about it, but I don’t know what else to call it, so that will have to do.
On a garden vegetable tortilla: pasta sauce, peppers, onions, mushrooms, and tofu steak. A bit overloaded, wouldn’t you say?!
With a side of crosswords. Of course.
There are about a hundred pages that I need to read for school. I think I read about twenty five today. Only. In an entire day. None of it registered in my brain at all, though, so I guess it doesn’t matter. And I got an e-mail from my professor saying that next week, we are essentially going to be cramming two classes into one. My head hurts already!
But while I was sitting and “reading,” I had one of those spontaneous feelings of gratefulness that I was curled up on a recliner in my warm house instead of being outside in the nasty weather. It serves as a good reminder to be thankful for what seem to be basic, everyday things… nothing is a “given,” even if we take it for granted.
However. I’m not so sure I feel like going to work tomorrow! Actually, I’m sure that I don’t. Oh, well. Life goes on.
Have a great Thursday.
“For sleep, riches and health to be truly enjoyed, they must be interrupted.”
~Jean Paul Richter
(I guess I’ve got a lock on this one!)