Monthly Archives: May 2011

No Good Earthly Reason

There is absolutely no logical explanation for why I am blogging right now.  I have no reason for it, whereas I do have plenty of reasons to do my PT exercises and go to sleep.  But I’ve been known to make poor choices in the past…

This morning was, thank goodness, a biking morning.  I say “thank goodness” because it meant I could wear a cycling jersey and stick my phone in the back pocket instead of further bashing up my poor hip!  Wonder what I’ll do on Thursday…

This was the last of my Shredded Oats… slightly sad because I love it, but it helped that it gave me a reason to open another box of cereal!  This time, it was chocolate and peanut butter Puffins.

It didn’t live up to my expectations.  That doesn’t mean it was bad — it just means my expectations were very high!  And the peanut butter flavor is barely discernible; it tastes more like cocoa than anything else.  Again, not a bad thing per se, but sort of defeating the purpose, if you ask me.  Which you’re not.  So.  Moving on.

I tried one of those new bars

This is the chocolate pretzel with sea salt flavor.  Obviously; you can see the salt crystals!

What you don’t see, and which I couldn’t discern at all in either texture or flavor, is any sort of “pretzel.”  It was still good, but I’m just puzzled about its name if there are no pretzels involved!

About that red pepper spread?  Yeah, it’s been a day, and the jar is halfway gone.  I’m kind of making it my job to finish it in the not-too-distant future!

So I used an awful lot of it as a “sauce” for this … mishmash bowl.  Shirataki noodles, peppers, mushrooms, edamame, and what is probably the equivalent of half a cup’s worth of red pepper spread!  What can I say?… The stuff is good, and it needs to be used.

I was so sure that I wouldn’t be lucky enough to have warm water two weeks in a row that I actually wore a tri top to the pool.  Not that it would be of much help in frigid water, but anyway… the showers were ice cold, but the pool wasn’t bad at all.  I must say, I vastly prefer to have cold showers — it’s much better than a cold pool!

And another creation inspired by Born to Runpinole.

I have a sneaking suspicion this would have worked a lot better had I used masa harina instead of polenta… but I’m not about to buy the former when I’ve already got the latter!!  Maybe I’ll try grinding it and see what happens.

Exercises.  Bed.  Right.

Happy Hump Day!

“Emotion always has its roots in the unconscious and manifests itself in the body.” 
~Irene Claremont de Castillejo

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I Love Days Off

It was, indeed, quite lovely out today.

However, this was around 10.30 AM, when I went to Trader Joe’s.

Let’s back up so that we can understand how this came to be:

I recently read Born to Run, and I was intrigued by the mention of iskiate, or chia fresca.  A miracle drink?  Hmm.  I have more chia seeds than I know what to do with; I have lemons; I have sweeteners galore; I have water.  Might as well give it a shot.

So, this morning, I stirred about half a tablespoon of chia seeds into a glass of water, added some Truvia and a couple of tablespoons of lemon juice…

…and once all the swirling action was done, I let it sit for a few minutes so that the seeds started to gel.  Being as textural an eater as I am, the sliminess kind of grossed me out, but I gulped it down anyway.  It actually tasted pretty good, if you can ignore the gloop!

And then my poor sense of direction and I spent an hour on the subway getting to the course (for the tri, not the race I’m doing next weekend).  That was mainly because of the holiday schedule, but my sense of direction (or lack thereof) meant that I didn’t end up doing the course at all, because I had no idea where it even was.

Actually, I emerged from the subway into a torrential downpour.  Um… the forecast was for a chance of afternoon thunderstorms.  It wasn’t even 7.00 AM!  But I didn’t drag myself all the way up there to turn around and come back home, so I decided to run anyway.  This is weird, for someone who hates the rain as much as I do — I’ve always said that I only enjoy it when I’m curled up under the covers, but now I’ve discovered that I like to run in the rain.  (In the summer, anyway.  It would be utterly miserable if it were cold outside.)

And I guess the iskiate did something, even if it was just a placebo effect at work… I was terrified of it, because eating before running has never agreed with me, and eating fat before running has really never worked for me.  Guess that hour-long subway ride was good for something.

Uh… okay??  My slowest mile today was faster than my fastest mile yesterday.  Granted, I wasn’t coming straight off two hours on a bike, but still.  Sometimes I just have to scratch my head and shrug, because these things make no sense.  Unless I just really wanted to get out of the rain!

Once I finally did get into a drier environment (a moot point since the sun was shining brightly by then), I made cornmeal-oatmeal pancakes.

I used old fashioned oats since I don’t have quick cooking oats, but I don’t think it really matters.  I loved the “gritty” texture of these; I just wish I’d made them bigger!

Because I didn’t have work today, I had the “luxury” of going to a PT appointment in the middle of the afternoon.  He says that whatever the hell is wrong with my feet, “It doesn’t seem to be affecting your running.”  Well, no — because it’s not like it hurts more if I run!  I want to be able to run without any pain at all.  Is that such an outrageous thing to want?…

I’m actually seriously considering trying Vibrams.  I think they look absolutely ridiculous, but at this point, I don’t think I even care.  (And hey — it’s a more appealing alternative than running literally barefoot through city streets!)

But I came away from my PT’s office with this.

He gave it to me.  Guess he thinks I won’t be obedient re: workout fuel if he doesn’t dump it in my lap, or something.  😉

Anyway.  On the aforementioned trip to Trader Joe’s, I bought this.

I usually only buy fresh produce in Trader Joe’s… I used to buy PURE bars there, but now they’re marked dairy and I can’t buy them anymore.  <<insert temper tantrum here>>  I’d been eyeing this for a while, but was deterred by the “consume within five days of opening” on the label.  But since when does that mean anything to me, anyway?!

As it turns out, it may not be that much of an issue… because this stuff is good.  I used it instead of tomato sauce (which I’d never use, anyway) to make a pita pizza:

Whole wheat pita, the aforementioned spread, baby peppers, baby bellas, and mozzarella Daiya.  And some zucchini sticks that I stuck in the oven for the last few minutes with the pizza, because it just needed to be used… and provided a vehicle for me to try the spread “raw,” right??

Sadly, the holiday weekend is nearly over… I don’t want to go back to work!  😦  And my room, which I was totally intending to clean, is just as much of a disaster zone as ever.  Oh, well.  Apparently more exciting things beckoned.

Also, I obviously need to find a better way to carry my phone when I’m running.

Very attractive.

Happy Tuesday.

“Shoes do no more for the foot than a hat does for the brain.”
~Dr. Mercer Rang
(I. love. this. quote.)

Brick I

A week ago, I was wearing a down jacket. I remember this very clearly. So while I am definitely not complaining about the following, it is just really strange!

It is currently 80 out.  I’m loving it.

Yeah, okay, I was loving it a little bit less this morning during the brick workout, but considering I’ve done nearly all my training thus far in pretty chilly temperatures, it didn’t bother me as much as I would have expected.

Part A:

Let’s pretend that I’m not dreadfully slow, and blame it on the hills.  😉  Seriously — I like biking just fine when I’m coasting downhill at 20 MPH.  I like it a lot less when I’m chugging uphill at 6 or 7 MPH.  I can practically walk uphill faster than that!  (And let’s not mention my poor butt…)

It was just me and my teammate who doesn’t like to run today (I still can’t figure that out).  Since our coach doesn’t have clipless pedals, he had to go to his car to change into his running shoes.  He told us to start the loop and that he’d come around the other way and meet us in the middle.

How badly does this woman hate running?  This much: even with my injured foot, I couldn’t go as slowly as she was if I tried.  I decided that there was no rule saying I had to stay with her, so I didn’t.

Part B:

Almost exactly the opposite of a perfect negative split!  There’s actually a reason for that, though — beyond my natural turtledom and irritating foot, that is.  The first few minutes felt really tough and I totally wanted to quit, which is what makes it even more surprising to me that it was actually my fastest mile.  About midway through my second mile, I met our coach coming the other way.  He wanted to know where my “partner” was, and I told him I didn’t have a clue.  He kept going to find her, and yelled after me that I should do the loop again.  Well, I decided that if I was running alone anyway, I didn’t have to stick to the roadway, so I cut through the brush instead.  And now I’m dying to do some real trail running, even though I feel like it slows me down since I can’t see the earth and I’m terrified of twisting an ankle — it is so. much. fun!

And after all that, I still made it back to our bikes before they did.  Because, as she put it, “He let me walk.”  Um… exactly how is that going to serve in your best interests in terms of the race??

Speaking of races, he told us about one taking place next weekend.  And I registered for it.  I love not thinking things through; it’s really kind of awesome.  😉

Also awesome was this discovery I stumbled across today… I went to buy yogurt, but of course the store didn’t have the one I wanted.  This kind of made up for it, though.  Considering most bars are marked dairy so that I can’t have them, I get very excited about such things:

New flavors!!

Not that you can really tell, but I added some mozzarella Daiya to a hommus-and-sprouts wrap.  It tasted really cheesy.  I know, duh, right?… But not in a good way.  Since I don’t like cheese, and all.

In an attempt to use these peanut butter and jelly granola bars in a more palate-pleasing way, I microwaved one and used it to top a bowl of coconut milk kefir mixed with peanut flour and topped with sliced strawberries.

It was actually surprisingly good.

New-to-me salsa: Whole Foods’ 375 black bean and corn.

At some point, I think, all salsas just start to taste somewhat alike.  Yes, I liked it, but I like salsa!

It has been a very, very, very long time since I’ve had an oven-roasted sweet potato; primarily because I am impatient, and the microwave is better suited for such individuals.

But you don’t get all that lovely sap with a microwave.

I guess summer is really coming!  Gah, I love cherries.

My room is somehow still a disaster zone, despite the fact that I was fully intending to clean it today.  Oh, well… tomorrow is a new day!  😉  …for which I have more exciting plans than cleaning my room, and for which I need sleep.  If I get started on that process now, I may be asleep before midnight…

Happy Memorial Day!  … or Happy Monday, take your pick.  😉

“Patriotism is your conviction that this country is superior to all other countries because you were born in it.” 
~George Bernard Shaw

Rant, Null

The cadence sensor on my bike is not working.  It’s all screwed up in general… it said that I rode nearly 11 miles when I know for a fact that it was only around 7; my RPM was 0 throughout those 11 miles, which is quite a mystery; and my calorie burn was also 0.  I can do without the latter, but I need to know my RPM.  I can deal with the erroneous distance, because I do have another bike computer on my front wheel, so I can rely on that odometer.  But, I mean, really?  I spend that much money on something and it doesn’t even last a month?!  I’m pretty ticked off.

chocolate cheerios, banana, strawberries

It’s kind of essential for me to get that issue sorted, because I need a fully functional bike for Sunday’s brick workout.  I also need a chain, which I do not have, and for which I don’t feel like paying an arm and a leg… but I don’t think I have a choice.  I’d borrow one for Sunday and order one online, but I don’t know anyone who has a spare chain, so I am just going to have to pay full retail.  Ouch.

Speaking of legs… I went to PT last night.  Go all the way up to 220V if you have to — I don’t care what it takes, I need my feet back in fully functional order!  Oddly, he didn’t take me up on that offer.  But I did say that if it felt tolerable, I’d go to the run this morning.

It was more of a rimp (run + limp) than a run… it took a while to get into a semi-normal gait.  It actually hurt more when I walked than when I ran, which is odd.  But I cut out early.  I hate the hill repeats, but since those came first, I got to do that, which slows down my overall pace in general, which is annoying… and then I decided not to push my luck and headed home so that I could ice it properly.

I was pretty pleased that I wasn’t in total agony.  But it really hurt to take off my shoe.  It’s okay with it on, it’s okay with it off… but the in-between stage is not fun.

chocolate pudding + oats + vanilla whey protein powder + banana

...and the less-pretty version

My acupuncturist pointed out to me that there is a bruise on my ankle.  That’s kind of weird, since I hadn’t noticed it and I can’t imagine what caused it!!  I wish I could just have bionic body parts, or something.

I guess I’m not rambling in chronological order, but my mom paid me a visit at work yesterday.  She took me out to lunch.  There is only one place around here where I can actually eat, and it kind of sucks.  I got a totally unremarkable and overpriced salad, but she insisted.  Even though all I really wanted was this.

Frozen yogurt!  Why is it that when I ask for chocolate / vanilla, they never have it, but when my mom asks for it, they suddenly do have it??  (We switched… she ended up with my vanilla.)

Oh, yes, since I’m a cereal monster these days…

I am happy to report that the Berry Blossoms cereal is way, way better than the Golden Goodness.  A tad on the too-sweet side, but it’s good.

You don’t even want to know how long I’ve had a box of sun-dried tomato tortellini in my freezer.  I’m guessing it’s nearly two years… and it’s high time that I get rid of it.

With spinach and pasta sauce.

Can you tell that I’m the only person in this house who will eat spinach?!

Sprouted seven-grain hamburger bun, spinach, Moophrey burger; spinach, strawberries, and balsamic vinaigrette.

…And after I ranted and raved about my lack of a chain and my malfunctioning cadence sensor, I decided to go to my neighborhood bike shop before they closed for the night and see if I could buy a lock there… because I don’t want to have to carry a million-ton chain on my bike tomorrow. 

I ended up getting this one (for a lot more money, mind you) instead of a Kryptonite like I really wanted.  I also got roughly a dozen mosquito bites on my legs.  But I did have my cadence sensor adjusted, so it seems to be working again.

And now that that’s settled, I need a bed, a book, and a bath.  Not necessarily in that order.

Happy Friday!

“Kindness is the language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.” 
~Mark Twain

I’m Not Good In Groups

Remember a couple of weeks ago, when I had a few runs / rides that were attended only by me and my coach?…  Yeah, I had no problem talking up a blue streak with him (as much as one can talk while being forced to gasp up a hill!).  In contrast, today’s session was attended by three other women.  They all chattered away, but I barely said a word… and I knew I was “shutting down,” but I didn’t know why.  Upon further examination, I concluded that I either A) am not comfortable with females; B) am not comfortable with groups of people; or C) am not comfortable with people in my own age group (the ages of these women span ten years or so, but I fall pretty much in the middle of that span).  Any variation of the above works, too.

I’d attribute my reticence solely to the group nature of the situation, but I don’t think that’s it… because last night, going to the tri stroke clinic, it was just me and one other woman.  And while I might not have sat mute the whole way — that would have been rude — I certainly would have liked to.  (Especially when people ask things like How do you stay so skinny?  Do you diet?… How the hell am I supposed to answer that?!)

It’s second nature for me at this point to assume that the people I meet will not like me.  Which is fine, since it’s not very realistic for everyone to get along with everyone… but I take it a step further and assume that they’ll tell other people why they should hate me, too.  (I really wish someone would tell me that!  Anyone?!)  I am aware that this sounds completely paranoid — people certainly have better things to do with their time than spend it talking about me — but it actually isn’t as crazy as it sounds, given what happened to me when I was a kid.  (I’m not going to get into it, because I’ve verbally vomited about it in the past, and anyway, I’m not trying to get all “woe is me, I had such a traumatic childhood” here.)

Contrary to my therapist’s opinion, I really don’t think there is any real solution here.  I hate the phone because I feel like I am being a pain in the butt and wasting my interlocutor’s time when I use it; texting / emailing is only marginally better.  I am not about to call some random person “just to say hi” when I have issues using the phone even when I need to do it!


Oh, yeah, so… that training workout.  We had a ride scheduled, which was to be followed by a short run (ten minutes).  My bike really needs to be tuned up, but I couldn’t take it to the shop last Friday since I went to PT instead… I hope I can make it there this Friday, because we have a longer brick workout scheduled for Sunday, and I need my bike to be functioning properly by then!  I think the ride is probably my least favorite part of the triathlon… no need to make things even more difficult.  (Speaking of which, isn’t this kind of strange?… One of my teammates is spending all of her time practicing swimming, which she knows is her strongest area.  Running is her weakest, and so she’s avoiding it like the plague.  Shouldn’t it be the other way around?!)

And then, with great trepidation, I changed into my running shoes, informing my PT that if I wouldn’t be able to walk for a week after this, I’d blame him.  He said, “That’s fine.”  Um… no, it isn’t!  Off I went in my new running shoes…


…which, after roughly eleven minutes of use, are already dirtier than my old pair were after a year!

I ran 1.15 miles — not a good judge of anything, since it usually takes me at least that long to get into it — and while I wasn’t in excruciating pain afterwards, it didn’t feel quite right.  And even though my pace was pretty average for me, my gait felt off.  I’m not sure if it’s the shoes, or if it’s because I’m over-compensating in an attempt to favor my uninjured foot, but it did not feel right.

I have to say, this is really starting to mess with my head.


The picture is not at all flattering, but Amanda’s blueberry muffin breakfast bake was so awesome, I just had to include it anyway.

I (very uncharacteristically!) underestimated how much this ramekin can hold (it was my first time using it), so I halved the recipe to avoid spillage.  Definitely a bad decision, because double this amount would have been awesome.  😉

Less awesome: having to gulp down food.  I hate, hate, hate doing that.  But I had to do it last night, because we were leaving to the pool practically before I get home from work.

Brown rice and green lentils over spinach, topped with a hefty dose of garlic salt.  I think I liked this… but I kind of ate it too fast to be sure.  Ouch.  And then we didn’t even end up leaving until nearly half an hour later, but whatever.

There are many, many times when I envision something and the reality doesn’t quite live up to that… like this.

I think blackberry + vanilla go together like banana + chocolate.  So Kashi Island Vanilla with blackberries and almond milk sounded like a wonderful combination!  Actually, I think the problem is that the berries are just too big.


It was nice that after a sad day (well, the day wasn’t sad, I just felt that way), I got to go swimming in warm water.  I could have cried from joy, but instead I practiced the drills from last night.  I swim kind of freakishly slowly, but whatever.

I examined my schedule today to find some time in there for me to get some more sleep, because the amount I am on right now is just not working for me… and I can’t find it.  Tomorrow is not looking too good in that arena, either — work, work, work (my mom is coming to visit!), and I have an appointment with my nutritionist and PT, which means I won’t get home until a zillion o’clock… and if my foot is not set to run on Thursday, I think I really will cry.

Happy Hump Day!  (I actually spent much of today thinking it was Wednesday.  I don’t know what is up with me this week — I am so confused.)

“You can only trust yourself… and barely that.” 
~Paige Wilson

On A Bridge

How do you prevent something when you don’t know what caused it?… That is what I asked my PT on Friday.  I was lucky enough to be able to get an appointment!  I can do exercises on my own, but I can’t do ultrasound or electrotherapy.  Anyway, there is no real name for this ridiculous injury — there isn’t even a name for this body part beyond “side of heel”!  I am so freaking sick of having to sit on my butt all the time because such stupid things keep happening, and I don’t even know why.

But I figured I should probably get new shoes anyway, considering mine are over a year old.  I know I said that I was going to get the Brooks Ravenna 2, but when I tried them on again, I realized that I need a more neutral shoe — I could feel the arch pressing up into my foot, and it was not comfortable. I love that the tongue of Brooks shoes are lower than some others, because when I have to lace shoes up higher, it hurts the top of my (apparently very oddly-shaped) foot. But I had to choose between the lesser of two evils, I guess. I drove the poor salesman crazy, and in the end I went with the very first pair I tried.

The Asics Gel Cumulus 13.  They felt really clunky in the heel at first, but I think that’s something I’ll get used to, as opposed to a too-high arch, which would just be intensely uncomfortable; and what I’m calling “clunkiness” might actually be necessary since my heels seem to require extra cushioning!  I also really hate white running shoes, but I’m going for function over fashion… and hopefully, they won’t be white for long.  (Actually, since my old running shoes still look pretty pristine, that is not a given.)

Since running on my still-healing foot is probably a very bad idea, I skipped it today and instead decided to do something I’ve been wanting to do for a while… ride my bike over a bridge.

As you can see, it is still foggy and rainy and gross around these parts.  But that isn’t the point of this story.  The point is that once I reached the other side of the bridge, I decided that it would be boring to just turn around and come back, so I would take another bridge… except that somehow, instead of winding up in the bike lane, I found myself on the actual bridge.  With vehicular traffic whizzing past … yeah, fun!  Good thing it was early Sunday morning and traffic wasn’t too heavy.  I think I should just stick to bridges I know from now on, hmm?

And I also paid a ridiculous amount of money to replace the quick releases on my seat and tires… an action which would make a lot more sense if I actually had a lock.  But okay.

I finally tried one of those cereals I’ve been dying to open.

Kashi Golden Goodness.

I am sorry to say that I did not love this; in fact, I found it pretty tasteless!  And it gets soggy very quickly.  I decided to try it in yogurt instead of with almond milk to see if that made a difference.

It didn’t, really.  It still got soggy, but there was a little bit more flavor due to the yogurt.

I was a much bigger fan of this yogurt concoction:

“Overnight” oats are rarely “overnight,” in my case!  Strawberry banana yogurt, oats, strawberries, and bananas.

Ugly, but I suppose it doesn’t matter.

And because it annoyed me that it exploded last time, I had to try making a baked pita pocket sandwich again… except that this time, I slit through the side instead of cutting it off, and I didn’t stuff it quite as much.

Success!  Egg whites + hot sauce, broccoli slaw, baby bellas, Fiesta Lime seasoning, and mozzarella Daiya.

Melty.  I wonder how long Daiya keeps in the refrigerator?… Anyone know??

This makes me very sad (and angry), but I’m most likely going to have to skip running tomorrow too… which means I’m not going to get the chance to do so again until Thursday.  This is really getting quite ridiculous.

Right.  I think I am going to try to get to bed early tonight.  (That sound you hear is me breaking out into peals of uproarious laughter.)

Happy Monday!

“Mistakes are the usual bridge between inexperience and wisdom.”
~Phyllis Theroux

From Good to Bad to Worse

Astonishing how quickly things can deteriorate.  Today started out wonderfully.

But because two other people showed up to this run, I didn’t end up talking to He-Who-Has-Yet-To-Be-Named (yep, that’s a lot better than “PT / tri coach”); and since these people don’t seem to have jobs, I ended up coming home way later than I would have liked.  Which, since stuffing my face takes priority, means that I didn’t get to stretch / foam roll like I should have.  Unfortunate, because my foot is killing me.  But I’ll get to that later.

From there, the day was pretty much shot.  I had an acupuncture appointment, for which I was glad since my foot was hurting… and those stupid wellies don’t help.  I don’t care if there is a monsoon tomorrow, I refuse to wear rain boots.  I just can’t.

In short, it took me forever to get anywhere today.  Train delays were apparently the trend of the day… which is especially frustrating when I can’t just decide to walk instead, since I don’t particularly enjoy killing my foot even more.  Which is also why I was so annoyed that none of the three Whole Foods I’ve gone to in the past two days have had in stock what I was looking for, but that is neither here nor there.

So I went to acupuncture, but it’s hard to fix something when you can’t pinpoint what is wrong!  I know what I don’t have… it isn’t Achilles tendonitis, plantar fasciitis, or calcaneal bursitis.  I can’t figure out where exactly it is, so how am I supposed to know what it is?!  When this first happened (before I landed in my PT’s office), both of my feet hurt, but primarily the left.  This time, the left one is pretty much okay, but the right one hurts like a bitch.  And it’s turning me into one, too.  A bigger one than usual.

Then I spent lots of time at work creating masterpieces like I used to do when I was bored in class in grade school.

No, I don’t get paid to doodle.  In keeping with the theme of this wonderful day, my work computer was infected with a virus, and I was on the phone with the IT department f-o-r-e-v-e-r while they removed it remotely.

And Mr. J was being… well, Mr. J.

coconut milk kefir, chocolate chip muffin topper, chocolate syrup

When I finally, finally, finally hobbled my way home, I thought the worst was over with.  I sort of copied Kelsey’s pita pocket sandwich idea, except that since I tend to over-stuff these things, I had to wrap it in foil to bake it and it kind of … exploded.  Yeah.

pita stuffed with broccoli slaw, mushrooms, All Whites, Frank’s, mozzarella Daiya; butter lettuce and baby peppers with balsamic vinaigrette

I actually ate that with my feet submerged in a bucket of ice water.  And it was freezing.  Except that, dammit, it still hurts.  So I was already grumpy, and then I went to my computer to find that… surprise, no Internet!

 
At that point I was ready to just call it quits on a crappy day and go to bed.  And it wasn’t even 9 PM.  Instead, I spent way too long trying to fix the damn thing… only to have my sister call my cell phone, trying to reach my mom, because apparently the land lines were down too.  Ah… just lovely.
 
Obviously, the Internet issue has (finally!) been resolved.  Unfortunately, my foot still hurts.
 
Sugar free coconut milk ice cream, chocolate:
 

Can taste the chocolate; can’t taste the coconut milk.  Loved it.

And even though I’d love nothing better than to go to sleep right now, I need to decide between two swimsuits.  See, I bought this (in royal) and this (in black/blue), because when do swimsuits ever fit properly on the first try?… Just my luck, they both fit.  And now I need to choose between them, which is no fun for indecisive idiots like myself.  Knowing me, I’ll just end up keeping them both.  *rolls eyes*

This whine is now over.  I will go sulk in my bed instead, because I am feeling very snappy and cranky and I just want my foot to stop hurting, dammit!!

Happy Friday.

“No city should be too large for a man to walk out of in a morning.” 
~Cyril Connolly