My stomach hurts. This is a random fact, but randomness is my specialty.
Today was a fast day. Because I like to start out my year on a sacrilegious foot, I did not fast. But I will fast on Yom Kippur, which happens to be my very least favorite day of the entire year. (Speak about being sacrilegious!) Yeah, I know, you’d think I would like a day when I’m supposed to fast, but, well, I’m contrary. I don’t like to be told what to do. And I really don’t like the whole “sit and pray all day” thing. But I’m getting a bit ahead of myself.
Tomorrow is Week 3 of the semester. If there are fifteen weeks, that means that after tomorrow, I will be one-fifth of the way through the semester. Whoo!
Over the weekend, I read Harriet Brown’s Brave Girl Eating. My mom read it after I did. I actually hate it when my mom reads books like this, because then she comes back to me with pearls of wisdom such as, “See? Not having a period is a sign of anorexia!” You don’t say!! She’s always picking up on the symptoms, which, in my opinion, are kind of useless once you already know what’s wrong with you.
Personally, while I found the book to be very honest and straightforward, I kind of feel like she over-inflated things a bit. Unless she really has that close of a relationship with her daughter, in which case they’re both extremely lucky.
My mom asked me today if I have that “voice in [my] head.” Um.
Have you read this book? What did you think of it?
Anyway, a weekend did go by, so…
Mint chocolate chip Tofutti Cuties. Despite my aversion to eating with my hands (especially ice cream), experiments must go on! There are eight in the box, which means we each tried this twice. A good thing, because at first, I was kind of miffed that there were only about three chocolate chips in the entire sandwich. But my second one was stuffed with chocolate chips. Distribution issues, I guess.
The problem with this time of year is that it’s freezing in the morning, but if you dress for that type of weather, you will swelter later on in the day. I am not a fan of this season.
I was in a supermarket today and I saw a can of Libby’s pumpkin, and I nearly gave myself whiplash in my eagerness to grab it… and then I realized it wasn’t pumpkin, but pumpkin pie filling. Boo! There are very few redeeming qualities to this season, and this year’s lack of pumpkin removes a significant portion of those redeeming qualities. Pretty much the only good thing about autumn, if you ask me, is the plentiful squash.
Delicata!! 😀 😀 😀 I stuffed this with chopped mushrooms, broccoli, and baby carrots, which I microwaved with garlic salt and sweet paprika. I added some crumbled tempeh and baked it for about forty-five minutes, varying the temperature between 400 and 450 depending upon the other things in the oven at the time! I loved it, but when do I not love squash?… However, this tempeh wasn’t my favorite. The rice kind of got on my nerves.
Tonight is my grandfather’s yahrtzeit, and that means a family get-together. I don’t dislike my relatives, I really don’t. I do, however, dislike spending large amounts of time with them, as it makes me feel like an utter freak. I’m not where I’m “supposed” to be in life, and it can be very, very boring when you’re the only person like you in a crowd. It makes me feel like… well… a freak. Hmm. That was eloquent.
I’m off to figure out how to carry my stack of books to class tomorrow without incurring any serious injury. Have a lovely Monday.
“If you haven’t any charity in your heart, you have the worst kind of heart trouble.”