Is there some sort of scientific explanation for the “after lunch hour phenomenon” in which time inexplicably slows to a crawl?! So. Unbearable.
Even more unbearable than this major case of DOMS — I actually like the way that feels, despite the fact that sore glutes make me walk a bit like a penguin! The problem begins when my Sartorius is not exactly sore, but more tight / stiff. Not good.
Because I didn’t include it yesterday, I have a weekend frozen review today…
I’m almost positive we’ve never before tried this chocolate fudge hemp milk ice cream… because of this.
What can I say, I have issues. Anyway, it did not taste at all like chocolate! My dad said, “It’s better than what we had last night,” but I didn’t agree… he meant that this was more of an ice cream like texture, which was true. Because we had sorbet the night before!
And plopped a blob of the cashew butter Jess sent me on top. It was good stuff — I was expecting it to taste exactly like cashews, since the sunflower seed butter tastes exactly like sunflower seeds, but that wasn’t the case. Still really good, though!!
It looks remarkably similar to this, too…
Double chocolate chip muffin topper, “iced” with almond butter and microwaved. I told my mom that she will have to go to the store to buy these toppers for me until I have gotten rid of some more nut butter — I went to buy blueberry toppers once, and the guy in the bakery department now tells me, “I have blueberry!” every time I walk in there, and then I feel bad buying anything else… but for some reason, the idea of putting nut butter on a blueberry topper just doesn’t seem very appealing. And there was really no point to that tangent, except that I am tangential.
So, in keeping with the randomness, I found this on the floor at the gym today.
Supposed to mean good luck, right?… I bought an instant lottery game and used the penny to scratch it off. I won two dollars. Except that I spent five, so it doesn’t really count. 😉
This afternoon, my phone rang at work. It was my dad calling to tell me that he wanted to take the car into the body shop today (he was rear-ended last week) so that he’ll have it back by Thursday morning. I was supposed to take the car to get to my nutritionist tonight. I’m not about to tell my dad not to take his car in to the shop so that I can use it, but I did have somewhat of an internal freakout… you know how sometimes everything feels okay, but you just know that you’re thisclose to tipping over the edge? Yeah, that’s me these days. And since I have to pay people to give a crap, or pretend to, I really needed to get to that appointment.
It all worked out in the end — I was able to borrow one of my brothers’ car. Which I started out driving rather shakily, because I was terrified of bashing it up! Obviously, that did not happen. Thank goodness.
My nutritionist informed me that I “got scared again.” Upon further thought… she’s right. I don’t devote a lot of time and effort to thinking I’m not going to be compliant, but if I don’t give it some sort of attention, it kind of … falls by the wayside, and then I end up with “a new normal” that renders the “old normal” terrifying, if that makes any sense.
Case in point, which will be explained in further detail tomorrow:
They were a dollar each. Awesome, right?!
Not awesome: since we are sans car, I will not be able to go to the pool tomorrow night. This should be a good thing, given that I have a midterm the next day, but instead of actually studying when I set out to do that, I just have an anxiety attack.
I think I’m developing a severe allergy to school. It might prove fatal.
“Oh, wouldn’t the world seem dull and flat with nothing whatever to grumble at?”