That’s my body for you… no rhyme or reason to it whatsoever.
Last night, I decided that instead of procrastinating by doing nothing, I’d go to bed early in the hopes that [the reappearance of] my inexplicable nausea would go back into hiding. Despite seven hours of (very interrupted) sleep, I had no such luck. I wish I could pinpoint the cause of it… even if I wouldn’t be too happy about finding out that I can’t tolerate eating X, it’s a more appealing alternative to this.
Figuring that running couldn’t possibly make me feel any worse, I decided to give it a shot. Fueled by this:
I put the dish directly on the grate in the oven, and apparently it wasn’t interested in staying upright… hence the tilt to its contents! I’m lucky it didn’t spill out onto the oven floor. That would have been fun to clean.
Anyway, it may have been difficult for me to determine this, since I generally felt pretty crappy, but I don’t think I cramped up. My unscientific conclusion is that I need an hour or two to digest, and that I can’t eat anything but carbs before I run; fat or protein doesn’t work.
So, about that run… it was pretty miserable, actually. I stuck with it because I know that even when I hate it in the moment, I like the way I feel afterward. And it’s only indicative of my snail-like pace last week that I managed to shave nearly a minute and a half off the same distance.
Can we talk about that for a moment, please?!… My co-worker (the one who revised the training plan for me) seems to think that because I swim, I’m in excellent cardiovascular shape and that if I stick with running consistently for six months, I can break an eight-minute mile.
Hello. I swim once a week for, like, half an hour. But I have to say it’s pretty strange to have someone be supportive in this endeavor, because everyone in my family thinks I’m completely nuts. They’re not wrong in that, but still.
And then I found something for which I’ve been searching for days.
Do you have any idea how difficult it was to find a 60th anniversary card?! I would think that it’s because not many people make it that far into a marriage, but it was easier to find a 65th anniversary card. Weird.
Yes, it looks lovely. The Rubbermaid container only adds to its beauty, I know.
Because I’m not about to buy another package of pitas when I’m supposed to be cleaning out my freezer, I dug out a brown rice tortilla. Which is no longer round, because when you share a freezer with my mom, things tend to get a little … battered. I really, really like these tortillas — but they’re impossible to roll!!
Pre-wrap: romaine leaves, falafel, shredded carrots, sliced cucumbers, and raita.
Post- … fold? This was so. messy. to eat! I’ll forgive it because it was delicious, but I’m not a fan of messy food. (I am, however, a fan of edamame in the pod. Which is not a random statement, since that’s the pile of green in the background.)
My new ear plugs conveniently arrived today:
They’re certainly a lot more comfortable than the silicone ear plugs, but I don’t think I’ve got the hang of it yet. Or I just have really weirdly sized ear canals, which is not entirely impossible…
In other news, I attempted to make another protein cake variation… inspired by a blueberry corn muffin.
Vanilla soy protein powder, corn grits (because I had them, and not cornmeal), blueberry jam, protein powder, baking powder, Truvia, applesauce, and a few drops of seltzer water. It didn’t rise very much, but I quite liked the crunch that the grits added to the texture. It was… different.
Somehow, the schoolwork I was planning to do tonight has not yet been done. And I, despite spending seven hours in my bed last night, am exhausted, and so it shall continue to go undone. Can’t say I’m at all surprised.
I also wasn’t at all surprised to find that I was right about the drug-pushing. Apparently, my therapist has decided we need to find something that will make me laugh. I told her that was easy: just give me a mirror. And then I did laugh, but she totally didn’t get the joke. Ah, well.
Happy Hump Day… nine more until I mean it!!
“Some people are so boring that they make you waste an entire day in five minutes.”
(I’m sorry — excuse us for living!)