Dead pleco alert! Boooooooooo.
My mom came in to the city today, so she took me out to lunch to celebrate the end of my semester. Which, yes, was close to a month ago, but this is the first time our schedules have coincided! We went to the same place I always used to go before I wised up and started bringing my own lunch from home. I am ever so glad that I did, seeing how much this cost!! But my mom loves to tell me to spend money on food. Hmmm.
I really love this in the raspberry flavor, but I can never find it anywhere. Which is good, I suppose, because it’s insanely overpriced.
Enormous salad: romaine, egg whites, broccoli, mushrooms, peppers, beets, croutons, and balsamic vinegar.
Something I would not have gotten had my mom not been “treating”: brown rice cucumber roll, sans sesame seeds, plus the saltiest “light” soy sauce I have ever encountered.
They have apparently (re-)acquired a frozen yogurt dispenser, and I really would have gotten one, but I was beyond too full at that point. Next time!
But, on the topic of going out… we still haven’t settled on a time / place for my mom’s birthday dinner. (Yes, her birthday was Saturday. But when I turned sixteen, it was nearly my dad’s birthday by the time we got around to going somewhere. My birthday is in August. My dad’s is in January. So this isn’t bad at all!) I really wish we could just decide and get it over with… I hate being anxious about something so trivial.
After I sent this e-mail to my nutritionist, I printed it out and showed it to my therapist, because I was just really upset about feeling so unheard. Apparently being a pain in the ass has its benefits, because they had a sort of tête-à-tête… and we compromised a little so that I don’t feel so anxious about what I’m doing.
Anxiety, apparently, is overrated anyway. I really did push myself this week, because I need to get to a certain point before my nutritionist leaves for the summer, and I was sure that I was packing on the pounds like nobody’s business. Apparently, that’s not what happened. This tells me a couple of things. First, that my thyroid probably is not what is responsible for my chronic exhaustion; and second, that I absolutely cannot trust my perception of anything relating to such matters. Duh, dummy.
Another day, another frozen novelty…
Ciao Bella sorbet in Sicilian Lemon, which I can’t actually find on their website; I guess it was renamed “Lemon Zest”? That would be an appropriate name anyway, because it was lovely and lemony and just the slightest bit sweet. And isn’t the tiny spoon adorable?!
Since I’m an expert at mixing up the order of things… before she came to meet me today, my mom was near the Muffin Man, so she stopped by at my request… there were so many different flavors that she took one of each and came home with a dozen!!
I froze them, obviously. Before that, I label them so I know what’s inside each baggie without having to open it. I wasn’t sure about some of them — cherry or cranberry?! — but I guess it doesn’t matter, since I like them all anyway. But during my labeling session, it occurred to me that these muffins are suspiciously greasy for fat-free muffins. I am going to choose to believe that this is due to the fact that they greased the muffin tins prior to baking. I don’t care if that doesn’t make sense. Hmph.
Have a fantastic Tuesday!
“Skepticism is history’s bedfellow.”