Monthly Archives: April 2011

Leavened

Someone is very glad that Pesach is over.  You think that someone might be me?!

Kashi GoLean Crisp!

Trader Joe's oatmeal flakes

cinnamon raisin cracker flats

Deprivation does strange things to people.  😉  And of course, I had to buy a new box of cereal — one of the cereals I’ve been dying to try, though I won’t be opening it just yet:

You probably can’t see it in the picture, but I paid $1.90 for this box of peanut butter and chocolate Puffins.  Which is why I needed to buy it now.  And anyway, at the rate I’m going… you’d think cereal was going out of style, or something.

Speaking of which,  I just need to share my dismay: PURE bars are now marked dairy!!  I can’t have them anymore!! This makes me very sad!!!!!!

If this ever loses its kosher status, I will lose my mind.

Nectar of the gods.

I took my bike out for an inaugural spin on Wednesday morning.  (My legs were like jelly when I first got off the bike — how on earth am I going to be able to run after riding 40K?!  Brick workouts, anyone?…)

I think I’m going to need to attach a computer to my bike — because my Garmin doesn’t have GPS, it can’t tell me how far I rode, just how long I rode.  I happen to know that this ride was 6.5 miles, but I won’t always know, so… yeah.  This is turning into a very expensive endeavor.  One which gets worse every time I turn around…

I was actually in a very good mood today!  Despite the fact that my sleep on Tuesday and Wednesday nights added up to a grand total of seven hours, if that.  Last night, I had a PT appointment.  I learned to tie my shoes.  Because I’m six years old.  And then, this morning, I met my tri coach for a run.  My tri coach just so happens to be my PT, which I find extremely convenient, since I already know him and I’m not exactly fabulous with meeting new people.

Anyway, he decided that we were going to do hill intervals.  Have I ever mentioned that I hate hills?!  (Rhetorical question.)  I still hate hills.  But the fact that I hate them so much makes me very proud of this:

I am kind of amazed that I was able to do this.  It was lovely that the other people who would normally attend this group couldn’t make it today, so it was just the two of us.  He told me that I am “faster than [he] thought [I] would be.”  I can’t decide whether that’s an insult.  😉  During our run, I got a lecture on post-workout nutrition… and a few hours later I received a text asking how I was feeling and whether I had eaten when I got home.  Do I have I have food issues written on my forehead, or something?!  For the record, the answer to that is “yes.”  The answer to the former question was that my hamstrings were a bit tight, but acupuncture fixed that [and hopefully my sleep woes as well]… but right now my heel is a little sore, so ice is my best friend.  And all this talk of my PT reminds me that I haven’t done my PT exercises yet today.

And then, I did what I would have done yesterday — it’s something that is necessary on school days because they suck — but couldn’t, since the store didn’t have any…

Frozen yogurt!

Equally as exciting is the return of the protein cake.  My, but I’ve missed protein.

In keeping with the “leavened” theme, I decided to try my hand at something I’ve been meaning to try for quite a while: mac and cheeze.  I’ve actually only had real macaroni and cheese once in my life, and it made me want to vomit.  So don’t ask me what possessed me to try this, but I’m actually quite glad I did!  I used this recipe, but I replaced the cornstarch with tapioca flour, the soymilk with almond milk, and the tahini with almond butter.

I scaled the recipe down to a single serving, which was a bit of a pain, but that’s why immersion blenders exist.  😉  Of course, I was too heavy-handed with the cayenne pepper, and so this was fiery, but I loved it — definitely worth repeating!

There is just one day of classes left until the semester is over!!  I have one final presentation, and one final exam… for which I can’t study, because my professor didn’t answer my e-mail in which I asked what we’re supposed to study.  (I left early for my PT appointment, so if she mentioned it in class, I missed it.)  Instead, something is happening in my kitchen.  I’m sure you’re just dying to know.

But I have to go do some PT exercises, so you’ll just have to wait.

Happy Friday / weekend / whatever!

“Coming together is a beginning.  Keeping together is progress.  Working together is success.” 
~Henry Ford

The Home Stretch

When I first started working at my current job, I was pretty much fresh out of IP, where we (literally!) did nothing but sit around all day.  You would think that would mean I’d be accustomed to being in a chair for eight and a half hours straight, but I wasn’t — I was so antsy at work!  Every day, without fail, around 3.00 PM, I would involuntarily think, Entering the home stretch.  It was actually quite irritating, and I don’t know when that stopped, but that’s not the point.

The point is that tonight, I will be “entering the home stretch” of this holiday.  And I cannot wait.

Right now, I would love nothing more than a bowl of cereal.  Actually, I miss three things: cereal, tofu, and diet Snapple.  Other than that, I’m pretty much okay.

“Discoveries” such as this one do help a little:

I microwaved a sweet potato for about a minute — just so that I wouldn’t inadvertently slice my hand off while I was cutting the sweet potato! — and then cut it nearly in half, scored the insides, and stuffed it with my homemade almond butter.  Which isn’t really spreadable, but okay.  Then I wrapped the whole thing in plastic wrap and microwaved it for another couple of minutes.  The almond butter didn’t melt the way I wanted it to, but for some reason, I loved this so much more than the last time I had a sweet potato baked with nut butter.  Unless I’m just so carb- and protein-deprived that anything is appealing… which is definitely possible.

strawberry yogurt + banana = strawberry banana yogurt

72% chocolate (I miss my 82%...)

I woke up at 5.30 AM today.  I was not pleased.  It was supposed to rain, but since it wasn’t actually raining, I decided to go for a run.  (It wasn’t raining, but it was so humid — the lenses of my sunglasses kept fogging up, which was rather annoying.)  So glad that my feet seem to be okay!!

That’s actually a distance PR for me… which I am going to have to break, and soon.  It kind of boggles my mind that I’m going to have to run further than that, and swim 1500m, and bike 40k… all in one go.

But at least I still seem to be able to ride a bike.  I took mine to the police station on Friday to register it… and can I just say that bikes have changed enormously since I’ve last ridden one?!  Though, to be fair, the last bike I rode was probably a kids’ bike, so… yeah.  It’s an absolutely gorgeous day out — perfect for biking — but I’m afraid I don’t have enough control over my bike yet, and I live in a fairly urban area, and I’d rather not get run over by a car.  Early morning is a better time for me!!

Instead, I decided to go to the library.  Yes, I thought it was weird that the library is open on Easter, but their website said they were open!  All I can say is… thank goodness the weather is nice, because I walked all the way there to find that they weren’t open after all.  Oh, well.

I finally got around to trying banana soft serve.  I attempted it a few weeks ago, but I very nearly broke my mini food processor, so I gave up.  Since there is really nothing else to eat around here these days, and there is a food processor sitting out on the counter anyway, I decided to give it a shot.

It was really good!  A little bit of cinnamon would have been a welcome addition, but I guess that will just have to wait.

I have two presentations on Wednesday — and, of course, I am ill prepared for them both.  I just can’t be bothered… I want to be done with school already!!  Almost there…

Have a lovely start to your week.

“No man can climb out beyond the limitations of his own character.” 
~John Morley

Monster Carrot

MONSTER carrot!

It wasn’t even the biggest one… but I couldn’t hold a bigger carrot and my camera at the same time.

My food choices during this holiday are pretty much… nonexistent.  That would explain the following:

That would be romaine lettuce left over from the seder, steamed sweet potato, and lemon juice, because there’s nothing else around with which to dress a salad.  You may recall that citrus tends to cause me a great deal of pain.  This was no exception.  (So, in true genius fashion, I ate an orange after that.  What?!  I’m not kidding when I say there’s nothing to eat around here this week!)

And, because I got very little sleep last night and needed caffeine, plus there is a dearth of vegetarian protein options during the holiday…

Yeah, I don’t even like cheesecake.  I never did.  Even though this is “diet,” it tasted way too rich to me.  And I don’t like coffee, so I didn’t care for the flavor.  But this was too alluring:

I can’t wait until this holiday is over.

One good thing did happen, though — I exhibited more patience than when I tried this last year, and I have achieved success in making my own almond butter!

I used raw almonds, but it would have been so much better if I had roasted them first.  And sea salt would have been a better choice than kosher salt, but, well, I have to work with what I’ve got.

Just so you know, it’s better straight off the spoon.

But I will still be making those croutons.  Only I’ll be using ground hazelnuts this time, since I couldn’t find ground almonds, and I just don’t feel like grinding my own.  I tried out said ground hazelnuts by making “meatballs.”  (I’d say “nutballs,” but, well, that just sounds… wrong.)

I just mixed the ground hazelnuts with an egg white, shaped the “batter” into balls, and baked them in the broiler … and, uh, charred the bottoms.  You can’t see that part.  But I think they tasted good… once I got past the burnt flavor, anyway!  (The unappealing-looking mess underneath them is spaghetti squash mixed with sauteed eggplant.  Looks can be deceiving.)

In other, more exciting news…

I think I might be able to run again.

That was on Monday; I figured it was the perfect time to test out my poor feet, because if they hurt, I’d have three days to sit on my butt and let them recover.  They felt pretty much okay; I’m still icing and babying them, though, so who knows.

This morning, there was supposed to be a group run.  I walked to the park — about twenty minutes — and didn’t see anyone there.  I don’t think I was at the wrong entrance, but I didn’t leave the house at 5.30 AM just to turn around and come back home, so I started doing the loop myself.  I made it over the hill before I realized I was wasting time — if I was running on my own, it made more sense to just run home!

The hill kills me every time.  I wanted to go at least three miles, but I’m not going to be pushing my luck any time soon; I have a few months yet.  Two and a half is enough, for now.

There’s actually even more exciting news!  I finally, finally, finally booked a vacation; it is so unlike me to leave things until the last minute like this… and then I thought that maybe I shouldn’t go because of the triathlon training, but I’m supposed to work that into my life, not work my life into that.  I can run anywhere, and the hotel has a pool.  I’m sure I can get my hands on a bike, but even if I don’t, I’m only going to be there for four days.

And… oh, yes.  I checked my school e-mail for the first time in days.  This was waiting for me.

Say what?  I never even knew such a thing existed.  But I guess it’s pretty cool, anyway.

Speaking of school, I have a mountain of work to do — personally, I am so burned out that I don’t think I even care what grade I get on this project, so long as I don’t fail (okay, that’s probably a lie)… but it’s not fair to my partners for me to slack off, so I’d better get to it.  Hopefully I can accomplish something before my face hits the floor… I am so. tired.  How that is possible, given the insane number of hours I spent sleeping over the first days of Pesach, is pretty beyond me.

Have a great Friday / weekend / whatever!

“I have a fine sense of the ridiculous, but no sense of humor.”
~Edward Albee

The Iliad & The Odyssey

Title reflective of nothing but the length of this post, since I don’t want to post anything chametz on Pesach; I’m weird like that.  Will attempt to keep the photo commentary to a minimum.

But I’ll make up for that elsewhere… starting with a soliloquy re: the triathlon.  Unsurprisingly, most of my family members think I am crazy.  Hell, I think I’m crazy — I haven’t run in nearly two weeks, and I’ve never run a 10K distance; I can’t remember the last time I swam for anything other than leisure, and I don’t know if I’ve ever covered the race distance; and I can barely remember the last time I rode a bike.  In fact, until a few hours ago, I didn’t even own one.  (More on that later.)

The thing is, I would never have registered for a triathlon just to satisfy my own desire for a sense of accomplishment.  I mean, yes, that rocks… but I could have just done another 5K and felt accomplished!  I wouldn’t do this on my own; I wouldn’t do this if it weren’t for a cause in which I really believe.  It’s the only thing that will keep me from running like hell… because, to be quite frank, I am terrified.

I thought that once I graduated, I’d have some time to chill out.  Apparently  not — because I’ll be training for a triathlon instead.  And it’s going to require me to change a lot of things about my life, and the eating disordered part of me is sort of really freaking out.  Which is, I suppose, a wonderful reason why I should do this.  My therapist is thrilled to bits — not necessarily about the triathlon thing, she doesn’t really get it (as in, when I expressed some … concern about the fact that I’ve never run a 10K distance, she couldn’t understand why I can’t just do the 5K distance and call it a day), but because I’m doing it for a cause, I’m doing it as part of a team.  Social interaction, yay.  (Ha.)

Parental support?  Well.  That’s another whole soliloquy, to come after the string of photos.

A couple of weeks back, I mentioned Operation Eat Two Muffins A Day… which is exactly what it sounds like, because I have an irrational “fear” of eating the same thing twice in one day.  I realize this is completely ridiculous, but whatever, such things never make sense.  So I had an “assignment” from my therapist to do it and see if I could figure out why it freaks me out so much.

Exhibit A: wild blueberry muffin topper

 

Exhibit B: lemon poppy seed muffin

I actually did that twice in one week.  And I couldn’t tell you why I have that irrational fear, either, because I was so stressed about so many other things that I could barely even pay attention to the fact that I was doing something I hate to do.  Kind of defeats the purpose.  Whatever.

 
Frozen reviews:
 

Tofutti cones — loved that it was on sale for $1.66 a box.

Did not love this.

Did like this.  The cone and coating were better than the ice cream, though.

Was very excited to find these!

The vanilla bars are the same as the sugar-added version, calorically speaking; but I think these are much better.  For one thing, the vanilla flavor is way more prevalent than the coconut.

Ditto the fudge bars — couldn’t really taste the coconut.  Which, to me, is a good thing.

Tried the Taza chocolate my friend gave me a few weeks ago; it’s too bad it’s so insanely expensive, because I loved it!

cinnamon burst cheerios, apple yogurt, fuji apple, roasted saigon cinnamon

Cinnamon Burst Cheerios are like crack. The box is already halfway gone.

And I bought two new boxes of cereal today, because I have zero impulse control.

To help pave the way for these, I started another one of the boxes in my stash.

These toasted oatmeal flakes are thick; they don’t get at all soggy in milk.  I like.

I tried that chocolate lava cake with almond flour instead of peanut flour, because I have almond butter in the basement, but no peanut butter.

The peanut flour version is way better.  I want to try it with cashew flour after Pesach, just to satisfy my curiosity.

I just found this amusing.  And I forgot that I really do like corn muffins quite a lot.

When your pancake flipping spatula disappears, and you have to attempt to make do with something else, you end up with something like this.

I’m calling it a banana pancake scramble.  Tastes good, looks hideous.

I have a paper that is due on Wednesday.  Instead of working on said paper, I spent all day running around town … the hood on my aquarium decided that now is an ideal time to break down on me, so I needed to replace it.

I probably could have bought an entire new aquarium for that price.  But whatever.  I bet the fish don’t even appreciate the lengths I had to go to in order to provide them with light.  Hmph.

Then I went to buy a bike.  On which I wound up spending more than I wanted to, but it was undeniably a good deal.  Even so.  And then I wonder why I have no money…

I wonder if I can even ride it.  I don’t remember bikes being quite so complex when I was a kid!

My dad happened to need to go somewhere in the general vicinity of the bike shop, so we carpooled.  And, as usual, when I am in a car with my dad, I wind up getting some sort of lecture.

To make a long story short, since it is late and I want to go to sleep: my dad tells me that he and my mom want nachas from me… and basically, the only way I can give them that is to get married and have kids.  And I can’t do that if I am “not healthy.”  And, I swear I am not making this up, he all but offered to sponsor my trip to Israel if I would agree to, um, give my parents what they want.

What I want to do is pull my hair out of my head and scream that we have gone over this so. many. times… it doesn’t matter what the hell I do or don’t do, I am not a loveable person, and marriage requires two people, so would you stop telling me all this crap already, since I don’t need any help in feeling horrible about myself, thank you very much!

And oh, yes… apparently my wanting to do a race or a triathlon is not a worthy goal.  Even if it’s for a good cause.  Because I should be concentrating on other things (read: working on populating the planet with the future generations), and if I want to do something charitable, I can just give them the money and forget about the race.

Call me crazy, but what I get out of this is that nothing I ever do, short of getting married and having kids, will ever be good enough.  (Though I’m sure that wouldn’t be good enough, either…)  Not that I ever suspected otherwise, but nobody ever actually said that to my face.  I still can’t believe he said that!!

And now that it is midnight, and I slept for a grand total of two hours last night, and tomorrow night I will be up insanely late and freaking out over a seder that, if last year is any indication, will go on into the wee hours of the morning, and I am going to be sitting on my butt for three days straight in an attempt to finally get my stupid foot to heal… yeah, I think I can go to bed.

Have a lovely week.

“We cannot hold a torch to light another’s path without brightening our own.” 
~Ben Sweetland

The PT Made Me Do It

I am very tired, and this post will probably be very long and make very little sense.  But I guess that’s pretty typical for me, right?  Actually, it’s going to be so long because I have a bunch of random pictures cluttering up my media library, and I’d feel kind of weird posting them next week.  So they shall serve as visual stimuli to break up the babble.

Unless I actually have something to say about it, which is why I’ll get these things out of the way first.

I finally got to try Cinnamon Burst Cheerios… I’ve kind of turned into a cereal-eating machine in order to enable me to try a bunch of awesome new cereals over which I am lusting!

One word: yum.  So good that I just had to have a second bowl.

Unfortunately, today I found something that I thought sounded as awesome as this cereal, but didn’t live up to the hype…

Cocoa cinnamon almonds sounds pretty great, right?!… I mean, two of my favorite flavors in one place!

However, there are some sketchy ingredients in this … corn syrup?  Xanthan gum?  It tasted kind of strangely gummy.  I think I’d much prefer to just combine Emerald Cocoa Roast almonds and Cinnamon Roast almonds for the same effect.

Making do some more:

romaine, peppers, black beans, raw zucchini

Steamfresh brown and wild rice with broccoli and carrots, broccoli slaw, shredded carrots, black beans, and hommus

same thing, but with tequila lime salsa instead of the hommus

Iwould like to state for the record that I hate those bowls.  I think they are hideous.  They used to be my grandmother’s, and we keep them in the kitchen cabinet in the basement.  Since I was already down there, I just used them… but I don’t like them.

Since I had class last night, I needed some cheering up… because I am allergic to school.  Said cheering up apparently comes in the form of frozen yogurt.

I imagine it looked prettier before the lid was smashed down on top of it.

My presentation went okay, I guess — luckily, my partner likes to stand up in front of the class and pontificate, so I more or less just have to worry about playing keyboardist with the PowerPoint and interjecting a few words here and there.  (I use the present tense, not the past tense, because we have another project together in two weeks.  Am I ready?  Of course not.) 

I used to silence my phone when I went into class.  But since nobody ever calls me anyway, I just stopped bothering with it; too much of a hassle.   Wouldn’t you know that of course my phone started to ring in the middle of class?!  It was the PT’s secretary; she wanted to know if I could come in half an hour earlier than originally scheduled.  Making it there on time already would have been a stretch… the only way I’d be able to make it earlier would be to leave school early.  (Oh, watch me shed bitter tears of anguish.)

lemon yogurt, Bobs Red Mill natural granola, freeze dried blueberries

I left early.  And hobbled to PT.  *insert gripe over my uncooperative heels / ankles here*  I do have some exercises I’m supposed to do, which means it would probably be a good idea for me to finish up here and go do that so I can go to sleep.

Puffins, Shredded Oats, banana, almond milk

But first you need to understand how irritated I am that I still can’t run.  If I still have the ability to do it, anyway.  To further tease myself, I attached my Garmin foot pod to my shoe today.

I love beeping like a gaming console because of “low pace” or “low cadence” … I’m an invalid, you stupid watch!  What was weird was that I kept randomly picking up signals for a heart rate monitor, even though I left mine at home.

wrap, sunflower seed butter, banana, Saigon cinnamon... heated on a nonstick skillet so the sunflower seed butter got a little melty, but the banana didn't... because hot bananas make me feel slightly ill

Um, so, yeah.  Remember my itty bitty type?  I’ve done it again… only on a much larger scale this time.  Yours truly has done something completely insane and registered for a triathlon.  I’d say What the hell was I thinking?!, but all I can say is this: THE PT MADE ME DO IT.

I’m kind of freaking out over this, for a million reasons, but getting into them would take way too long.  Guess that will have to wait.

Happy Friday / weekend / whatever-it-will-be-until-I-pop-in-next!

“Logic is neither a science nor an art, but a dodge.” 
~Benjamin Jowett

Making Do

That’s going to be the theme of my life for the next few weeks… in all respects.

Romaine, bell peppers that my mom had left over, dry-fried tofu, broccoli slaw.  I had no oven to cook the tofu; I prefer broccoli slaw steamed, but that’s too bad.

Another example:

The last of the mâche, topped with dry-fried tofu, cauliflower, and the last of the Jalfrezi simmer sauce.  Normally I’d steam the cauliflower in the microwave, but I lack a microwave, so I had to boil it on the stove.  Major pain.

And I found this in a kitchen cabinet.

Why I would have bought another one of these, when I couldn’t figure out what to do with it the first time around, is a very good question indeed.  I’m afraid I have no answer.  I just ate them straight out of the bag.  They’re good, they’re just kind of… dry.

I’m going to have to make do in terms of mobility, as well.  (This is the Injury Update.)  I could not decide whom to see about these feet of mine … I finally opted for a PT.  Largely because I know that he’s a runner and won’t think I’m crazy for having I want to run again ASAP be my top priority.

I called on Monday morning to make an appointment.  At first, it looked like I wouldn’t be able to get one until after Pesach (two weeks away), then it looked like I’d have to wait until Friday.  I was about ready to cry!! Thankfully, I got lucky, and I was able to get an appointment for Monday night.  Um, I go to my nutritionist on Monday night.  So I called her, moved up my appointment to an earlier time, dashed through the supermarket after seeing her*, and then went to PT.

(*After an entire weekend spent doing nothing except for sitting on my butt (not. exaggerating), I was oh-so-proud of myself for not cutting back on my intake despite that — and yet I lost weight.  How does that figure?!  I’m telling you… I just can’t win.)

I don’t very often say this about myself, but I definitely think I made the right call in going to this PT.  I’m still not sure what exactly is wrong with me, but I don’t really care, as long as it gets better.  It’s probably a strain / slight sprain due to overuse.  And I’m not supposed to be running on it yet, which sucks.

But apparently my hip strength sucks, too, so we get to work on that.  And altering my gait — I’m a big-time heel-striker, but when I tried to change it myself so that I land on the ball of my foot, disaster ensued.

You know where else disaster ensued?!  I saw this awesome recipe on Jess’ blog, and I just had to make it, despite my less-than-ideal kitchen situation right now.  I had to bake it in the toaster oven, which meant I had to use a dairy dish, which got very complicated because I don’t want to be sticking dairy spoons into my cocoa powder or peanut flour.  That’s probably why I missed something very, very important.

Yes, all of that Truvia is absolutely necessary… because I forgot to add sweetener to the batter. I like dark chocolate, but this was pretty nasty.

I could tell that it would probably be awesome, though, if I weren’t such a moron.  So I immediately mixed up the dry ingredients to try again the next day, albeit without forgetting anything… and I know this picture does not do it justice at all, but believe me when I say that this is awesome, and you need to try it now.

I can’t wait until after Pesach, so that I have a microwave in which to melt peanut butter to drizzle over the top.

How’s this for a complete tease?… I’m not supposed to be running — I can run in the pool, but I tried that today (after I scrounged up the courage to plunge myself chest-deep into frigid water), and running in water is freaking hard — but my new baby arrived today.

Tell me that isn’t cruel.

Actually, this whole drama with my feet might turn out to be a bit of a “blessing in disguise,” but I’m not going to talk about that.  Because I’m not superstitious, exactly, but I hate getting excited about something and then having to feel like an idiot because it never works out.

I have to give a presentation in one of my classes tomorrow.  If you think I am prepared for it, you are sadly mistaken.  This one’s going to be fun.  *sarcasm*  Especially since I’m very short on sleep… and I’ve been setting my alarm a few minutes early because I need to foam roll before I do anything else — I’ve apparently been trying so hard to keep my weight off my heels, my calf and thigh muscles are tight.  If too-tight muscles could snap, mine would have done so a long time ago.

Happy Hump Day.

“Motivation is what gets you started.  Habit is what keeps you going.” 
~Jim Ryun

Fix Me

Could there possibly be a bigger difference between last Sunday and today?!

There is some sort of phenomenon of which I am sure you are aware.  It is what makes you see pregnant women everywhere when you are desperately trying to conceive, or, in this case, what made the runners come out in droves this morning.  I’m not kidding … I have never in my life spent a weekend as sedentary as this one.  From sundown on Friday night until sundown on Saturday  night, I literally didn’t get up from the couch to go anywhere except the table or the bathroom.  Oh, and I made a few trips to the freezer to get the water bottles I stowed in there so that I can ice my feet.  By this morning, I was about ready to go completely out of my mind — there is only so much sitting around a person can do!!  So I decided I could hobble my way to the gym (not to run, obviously)… and while I walk this route all the time, I never see this many runners out.  I wanted to throw myself down on the pavement, kicking and screaming, because it is so not fair that I’m sidelined just as the weather is finally getting nicer.

But, you know… I should stop being such a whiny baby.  I might be limping like an invalid, but at least I’m mobile.  I have legs.  They work.  Eventually, whatever the hell this is will get better… I’m just really, really impatient.

My sister-in-law, who’s really big on homeopathy, told me to try Traumeel.  I’ve tried arnica before, for something else, and it didn’t do a thing… but I’m desperate enough to try anything, so I went out and bought this.

You do not even want to know how much that little thing cost… I nearly fainted.  I’ve only used it once, so I can say that it definitely did not provide an instantaneous miracle.

I kind of want to pull my hair out of my head.  Self-diagnosing is extremely frustrating.  It’s definitely not plantar fasciitis or a stress fracture; it might be Sever’s disease, except I’m too old for that and it doesn’t hurt more when I apply pressure to it; it might be a bone bruise, but while it’s painful, I don’t think it’s painful enough to be that.

How am I supposed to do anything about this, if I don’t know what it is?!  I’d love to help it along, except that I don’t know how.  There’s no point going to my podiatrist, since I know exactly what he’ll say (“get arches!”), so I can save myself the money.  But does it even make sense to go to a PT?!  I have no idea!!

Anyway, moving on, since I’m sure by now you’re just as sick of hearing about this as I am of dealing with it…

Major exciting discovery in Whole Foods the other day.  I knew these were going to hit stores at some point — I just didn’t know it would be so soon!

I have zero self-control.  Clearing out the freezers?  Say what?  I dug into the mint chip almost immediately.

In fact, because it was so immediate, you even get to see a picture of the actual product this time.  😉

Verdict: I loved it.  It didn’t taste at all like coconut; in fact, the only flavor profile I could clearly detect was the mint, which I liked.  It tastes almost exactly like the sugar-laden mint chip coconut milk ice cream, except it’s not … well, sugar-laden.  Which, if you ask me, is totally awesome.  I would definitely buy this again.

In other freezer news, I finally finished the English muffins.

Topped with tequila lime salsa and cheddar Daiya.  And I finished the last little bag of edamame.

And then, last night my mom and I took a bunch of stuff from our big freezer to store in my sister’s freezer over Pesach, because she has a big one in her basement that she isn’t using.  Which begs the question: why did I need to work so hard to try and finish everything?!

Anyway, I’m now in a much smaller kitchen than I’m used to, and even though my regular kitchen has admittedly spoiled me with all the space, I find this smaller one immensely frustrating.  I’m not looking forward to the next couple of weeks.  I think I should just take a month-long nap.  When I wake up, Pesach will be over, and so will the semester.

Because I still haven’t gotten anywhere on that stupid paper.  (I’m sorry, is my senioritis showing?!)

Been a while…

Have a lovely Monday… and would somebody pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease fix my feet?!?!?!?!?!?!  😦

“The world is so dreadfully managed, one hardly knows to whom to complain.” 
~Ronald Firbank
(indeed.)