So I have this really awesome video I want to show you, but I am a moron and can’t figure out how to do it; I don’t actually think I can, since I don’t have the Wordpress video upgrade. Apologies that I can’t embed it and must make due with the thumbnail. (Click to view.) It’s called “ההבדל בין המשרד שלך למשרד של הבוס שלך,” which means “the difference between your office and your boss’ office.”
Related to that, though, the move… I must say, it helps to have friends in high places. 😉 Right now, nobody is allowed to move to the warehouse, not until it’s been inspected by the health department. So, it’s official: we’re moving to the other location, and while I’d rather not move at all, I’ll take it. Also, Mr. J is switching offices with me because he doesn’t want to put up with “poor air quality.” So make me suffocate… nice. I don’t care, though. I didn’t have any special amount of trouble breathing, and that office is double the size.
But I still prefer the neighborhood we’re in now, and so…
I picked this up in Trader Joe’s as I continue my “farewell tour” of the place.
They remind me a lot of the chewy snacks I used to eat as a kid, only there’s less crap in them. But they’re still insanely sweet and sticky, and I really don’t like feeling like these things are getting stuck in my teeth!
Apparently, I am a moron and I can’t cook kidney beans properly. (Nor can I manage to get rutabaga in the oven without dropping half of it all over the kitchen floor, but that’s another story.) Hence, I had to try again.
I still don’t get it, but evidently I’m not going to die from eating what might be half-cooked beans. I don’t know — maybe they’re supposed to be less mushy than canned beans?! And call me crazy, but I like penne a lot more than rotini. Is it insane to think pasta tastes different because of the shape?? (Speaking of pasta, I am definitely going to have to try the suggestions I received after my last post.)
Making quick work of the Mountain Bread…
Mighty Maple and sugar-free blackberry preserves. One half was microwaved, one wasn’t; but I don’t remember which one was better. I also really, really love these preserves. And I really, really love the Mountain Bread, which means I am in trouble, because they are so expensive.
And on the aforementioned farewell tour of Trader Joe’s, I picked up some broccoli slaw. I hadn’t realized that I could actually use the stuff, and when I became aware that I could, I just had to try it.
And I tried something I’ve been meaning to try forever and ever, and roasted up some green beans. I tossed it with Oriental Five Spice Seasoning, which I’d never used before, so I didn’t want to go too heavy with it… consequently, I don’t think I used to enough to know whether I like it.
I wasn’t a big fan of these… they didn’t taste as awesome as most roasted vegetables do, though I have no idea why.
Yesterday, my nutrionist and I compiled the beginnings of a list of “things I need to work on.” Two of these things are my dislike of eating in public and my fear of fat.
- I don’t like eating in front of other people. Like, I really don’t like it. I know it’s paranoid of me, but I feel like everyone is staring at me with light bulbs brightening over their heads, thinking, Aha! So that’s why she’s so fat! (I’m not vouching for the validity of this thought, I’m just saying that it’s there.) My therapist tells me that “everybody does it [eat],” so why should I feel self-conscious? Well. Everyone goes to the bathroom, too, and you wouldn’t do that in public, would you?!
- In my world, fats can be classified into one of three categories: those that I will eat (some nuts and nut butters), those that I dislike (avocado, some nuts, most coconut), and those that scare the living crap out of me (oils, or basically any straight-up 100% fat). I am not even going to bother to try to figure out why I feel the way I do about that, because it’s irrelevant. The whole thing is just stupid.
So, this is what is supposed to happen.
- It’s coincidental, I guess, but not that long ago I discovered a kosher Indian restaurant which I am told is actually authentic. I really, really want to try it (and if you know me at all, you’d realize that I do not often admit things like that, since it seems “wrong” or “greedy” somehow). But I can’t go with family, because it’s a meat restaurant, and they’ll only go to a dairy restaurant. It doesn’t matter to them that there is both a fish menu and a vegetarian menu! So, like an idiot who never seems to learn that I am not a desirable person with whom to spend time, I had plans to go there with a friend. Not that I’m prone to external freakouts anyway, but this friend doesn’t know about my eating disorder, so freaking out wouldn’t be an option, which is a good thing. Except that, obviously, we never ended up going. Surprise. I am so so so so so so so so tired of having to constantly try to do these things and never have them work out; I mean, really, I feel undesirable enough already without asking for constant rejection! You know what they say about the definition of insanity…
- So, about the oil. I’m supposed to add a teaspoon of it to something three times this week. I know, I know — a teaspoon of oil really isn’t very much at all. But my brain doesn’t seem to be comprehending this.
In case there was any doubt about whether I live in a house or in a hotel, I will clarify that I live in a hotel. It’s a Cousinfest here right now! (Hence why the idea of going out to eat in the first place was more appealing than usual.) I’d run away, but my knee hurts. :p
Questions: Are kidney beans supposed to be less mushy if made from dried beans, instead of coming out of a can? And do you think pasta tastes different depending on the shape?
Have an awesome weekend.
“He conquers who endures.”