Wow… I am totally wiped. out. Three late nights in a row + a migraine = exhaustion, I guess, but math never was my best subject!
Let’s go in chronological order, shall we?
Tuesday was another lovely day, weather-wise. It started with some aggravation (thank you, MTA), but I practiced the power of positive thinking and told myself that I wouldn’t let it be a horrible day because of that. Even though, you know, you can’t get an A / good performance review / win an auction every day.
The day wasn’t a bad one. It might not have been especially wonderful, but like I just said, that won’t happen every day! I did, however, find this on my desk.
For those of you who can’t read the chicken scrawl, it says I would rather not look at this. How about putting it on your fridge? Back story: I brought this magnet from Antigua (months ago!!) as a joke between my nutritionist and me. Neither of us needs it, so I brought it to the office and gave it to my co-worker, and we decided to put it on the communal refrigerator to see how long it would take for someone to notice. Now do you see how incredibly dense Mr. J can be?? Not to mention undemocratic. 😉
The workday ended, I went home. Actually, on the way, I stopped off to take a little walking tour of the neighborhood to which my office is moving. I visited what is going to become “my” new Whole Foods. I have to say, I prefer the ones I frequent now… but maybe that’s just because I’m used to them. I did, however, pick up something there that I’ve been trying to find! (Clarification: something I’ve been trying to find for less than the price of a limb, as I have none to spare.)
My nephew’s bar mitzvah was supposed to begin at 7.00, but as we exist on Jewish time, everyone shows up late, so I didn’t need to rush quite as much, and I was able to satisfy my daylong craving for pumpkin oat bran.
My mom was hanging over my shoulder the entire time I was making this. What is that? What are you doing? You’re not going to eat by the bar mitzvah? Well, excuse me. I didn’t know I’m not allowed to eat now! (Actually, I ate before the bar mitzvah because I didn’t know whether or not I’d end up eating enough there. But I wasn’t about to tell her that, because it’s really none of her business.)
Then I put some squash and tempeh in the oven, did my nails, drank some crack while they (mostly) dried, and proceeded to get dressed and made up. This involved trying out a new mascara on which I’d had my eye (no pun intended):
Ooooh… I like it!! I think I may have a new favorite mascara. 🙂 It’s very similar to my previous favorite, so some further “testing” is required. 😉 (As an aside, every time I get my eyebrows threaded I’m afraid that I’ll sit up and look in the mirror to find that I have no brows left. Does this happen to anyone else?!)
Then, the dress. This is what it looks like as it’s meant to be worn:
And this is what it looks like as I had to wear it:
Two photos because I think neither of them actually shows what the dress looks like!! It’s hard to see black on black, I guess. And I can’t believe I used to wear heels on an almost daily basis… those are probably my first pair of stilettos (I’ve had them since I was in high school), and they’re actually pretty comfortable, but still. Ouch.
On to the bar mitzvah. I took about a dozen photos of this, because I was trying to figure out which settings to use on my camera.
I never did figure it out, which was incredibly frustrating, but I still managed to take over eighty photos. My brother (whose son’s bar mitzvah is next month) said he’s going to hire me because I’m cheaper than a photographer. Thanks. 😉
I know, I know; a caterer using paper goods?! I’ve never heard of such a thing before, either. Anyway, I’m pretty sure this soup had chicken in it. I was really upset about that at first, until I remembered that I’m actually not a vegetarian on moral grounds, so it was just disordered of me to react that way. Especially since there was more fat than necessary in here. And pepper. I mean, I like pepper, but this was overkill.
And then, this.
I cannot caption this photo, really. There’s chicken, which I obviously didn’t eat (my sister took care of that for me). And oily potatoes and vegetables. And, um, a “fruit tart”? I ate that thing, and I still have no idea what it is. Pineapple, but the pink stuff in it? Not a clue.
Something weird happened. I looked at that plate, and my knee-jerk reaction was I can’t eat that, because of the grease. I sat there for a few moments, and then picked up my fork and ate it. Well, most of it, anyway. And instead of feeling like everyone was staring at me and judging me, I felt… normal. It was really, really odd.
I’m sure that it helped that my sister, sister-in-law and I strategically maneuvered ourselves onto a different table than my mom. (My niece was at my table, but all the way on the other side, and the centerpiece was obstructing my view, so I was able to sort of pretend she wasn’t there.)
And then I went home, and went to sleep not long after. Without “letting the food digest,” which is unheard of for me. And I didn’t feel anxious about it. Again, very, very strange.
But before I went to sleep, I had to rescue the squash and tempeh from the oven. I’d turned the oven off before we left the house, but forgot to take the baking pans out. Hence:
Good thing I like it when food is well-done. 😉 On a side note, I’m pretty sure these mini pumpkins are meant to be decorative. But I ate them last year, and nothing happened to me, so I think I’ll just keep eating them. 😉
This morning, I arrived at work. I turned on the lights. I sat down at my desk. And, much to my dismay, especially considering #2 in this article, I suddenly couldn’t see. Lovely. I turned off the lights and crawled under a table in the back to meditate myself back to wellness. (Benefit of being the first one in the office!)
“Meditate” isn’t the right word… but back when I was taking karate, we used to do these visualization exercises where you imagine pain as a red ball of fire, which gathers in one place and then exits your body. I was trying to do something like that.
When my first co-worker arrived, she turned on the lights. I thought, Why don’t you just stab a knife in my skull? and turned off the lights on my half of the room. There are 29 different bones in your skull, as per Snapple “Real Fact” #827, and every single one of mine was screaming in protest. And then my hand turned numb.
The numbness later journeyed to my face. It was a very… interesting few hours. When Mr. J arrived, he snapped on all the lights (he’s on my side of the room), and I squinted, and he said, “Oohhh, the pain!” Dude. This is not. funny! But I guess I can’t expect anything else from him.
Oh yeah, that thing that I mentioned picking up in Whole Foods yesterday? This is it.
It kinda tastes exactly like peanut butter. And my curiosity is now satisfied. 🙂
I am off to my nutritionist now to find out if I’ve been a good enough girl over the past week. A pity, since I want to read this:
I’ve been awaiting this for a while, so it’s exciting that it’s finally out! But I suppose it’s not going anywhere. Unlike me!
- What do you do with raw spinach, other than add it to smoothies or use it in salads?
- Do you get migraines? If you do (with or without aura), have you found anything that helps lessen the agony??
That is quite enough of me for one day. And I really should do some schoolwork. Ah, well.
Have a great Thursday.
“Bore: A man who deprives you of solitude without providing you with company.”
~Gian Vincenzo Gravina
(that is a very eloquent way of describing how i feel about myself!!)