Happy Summer! It certainly felt like summer today… and I loved it. Well, when I was outside, anyway. The whole “shivering-in-subarctic-air-conditioned-places” thing, not so much.
The girl who was supposed to open the gym never showed up this morning. I mean, maybe she did, but I left at 7.15, so I wouldn’t know about that. I hiked 1.65 miles down- and cross-town to get to the other gym. I don’t mind walking, but I get very frustrated when people are so … irresponsible. There were at least half a dozen people waiting, and none of us get paid to be there!
Romaine, fetus carrots, tofu, zucchini. I am now officially out of tofu. Must re-stock.
Tried the pomegranate chip coconut milk ice cream:
I felt like I was chewing on foil. This is actually not the fault of the ice cream, since I felt that way beforehand, but I just thought I should mention that. 😉 This flavor tasted very similar to the Purely Decadent pomegranate chip … or maybe it’s the cherry nirvana? The point is, I couldn’t taste the coconut at first, and while I thought that kind of odd, I was happy about it. Turns out that if you have a spoonful of just the ice cream — no chocolate or pomegranate — then it definitely does taste like coconut. I didn’t like that. But, um, hello — coconut milk ice cream?? To be expected.
This has become a total standby lately… I think I’ve had some variation of it three times in the past week.
Tonight was my last time seeing my nutritionist before she goes away for the summer. I’ve gotten sufficiently plumped up so that we can do phone sessions (I am not even going to get into how I feel about that… who cares?!), but I’ll get weighed at my crazy doctor’s office. Which means I have to go there tomorrow, because she’s convinced that his scale isn’t calibrated correctly — this is probably true — and she wants to know how it compares to hers. Like there is nothing I’d rather do…
Which actually brings to mind something I’ve been thinking about a lot lately, but it’s too long to get into now. In a nutshell, I’m really depressing myself over my lack of awareness of my purpose, for lack of a better word. I do believe that everyone has one, but I’ll be damned if I know what mine is… I can’t think of a single person whose life would be different in any way were I not on this planet. To clarify: I don’t mean if I dropped dead, because if it really mattered to nobody if I did, maybe I should just jump off the roof right now! I mean if I had never existed in the first place, there is not one person who would be significantly different, either for better or for worse. And that is, well, depressing. On that note, I will stop “talking” now before I find myself awake and still rambling about this at midnight!
Have a great Tuesday.
“The purpose of life is a life of purpose.”