Monthly Archives: July 2011

Pita Pocket Post

This morning, I had a lovely run:

It was preceded by an espresso-flavored gel, which I found revolting taste-wise (because, well, I hate the taste of coffee), but I needed the caffeine.  And I’m not going to complain: sometimes, running feels like it’s just such an effort, but I didn’t feel that way today.  And I wasn’t even wearing magic pants!  I decided to wear my tri shorts and knee straps, since I’d rather not waste time in transition wriggling into those pants.  Apparently, it worked out just fine.

I also tried out my new socks (I still can’t believe I spent so much money on a pair of socks):

I quite liked them!  But then again, I never really had any issue with the socks I was using before; I only went to buy new socks since my co-worker kept telling me I need to try Thorlos.  (Yes, I know that these aren’t Thorlos.  I don’t see why I need to buy socks that help prevent blisters when that is one problem I thankfully do not seem to have anyway!)

That run was followed by a bike ride… which was going to be 18 miles, but turned into 25.  And I am quite happy to note that it appears I can ride 25 miles in under two hours.  I just don’t know if I can translate that into reality during the actual race…

But, yeah.  Pita pockets.  So I bought a package of them last week, and since I don’t like to put things like that in my freezer if I can help it, I had to find ways to use them all.  Why do these things need to come in such large packages?!


Stuffed inside: steamed kale, roasted eggplant, All Whites, and hommus + nutritional yeast.  With some extra eggplant on the side.


It was kind of hard to hold the pita when I cut it in half; the filling just fell out everywhere.  So I opted to just cut off the top.  This time, it was stuffed with roasted eggplant, vegetarian “chicken” strips, and chipotle salsa + nutritional yeast.  I don’t remember the salsa being as hot as it was, but that’s okay by me!


I’m not sure I even remember what was in here… slightly mashed chickpeas, shredded carrots, and a “dressing” made with coconut milk yogurt and spices… curry powder and garam masala, I think.


I got really bored of having sandwich-type things for dinner — especially since I don’t even like eating sandwiches! — so I used the next pita for breakfast instead, filling it with Dark Chocolate Dreams peanut butter and raspberries.  Which was good, except that by this point the pitas weren’t fluffy anymore, and that’s the way I like them to be when eaten straight-up.


Fairly simple solution: bake it!  Pita pizza with pasta sauce, baby bellas, broccoli, peppers, and cheddar Daiya.


And, of course, cinnamon Truvia pita chips.

Last night, I legitimately missed a call from B.  As in, I wasn’t in the room when my phone rang; it’s not that I was trying to avoid her.  Though I wouldn’t have answered, anyway.  For heaven’s sake, I don’t like talking on the phone even when I want to speak with the person on the other end!  She left me a message that she wants to ask me something, and said that I should call her back.

Fat chance.

I forgot all about it until nearly 5.30 this morning, so I texted her and told her that I hate the phone… and what do you want?  (Not quite so rudely, though.)  Response?  Can u talk?  Well.  Actually, no, I can’t, but even if I could, I do not like talking on the phone.  What is this question that she needs to ask me, already?!  (I sort of think I know what the question is.  And if I’m right, the answer is hell, no!)

She is like this persistent thorn in my side.  I really, really, really do not understand what it is about me that makes me so attractive to people whom I do not even like!!

Anyway… another work week beckons.  That makes me sad.

But have a lovely Monday.

“I don’t like where I’m going and I don’t like where I’ve been.  Why am I in a hurry?” 
~Bertolt Brecht


(Mostly) Wordless Week

Why am I so busy?!  I can’t figure out why I’ve barely had a second to breathe this week… life is just crazy.  And it doesn’t make sense.  And so I haven’t had time to actually babble like I usually do (yeah, I know, try to hold back your tears).  Captions instead!

attempted to make indian spiced chickpea pancakes again; clearly, not a very successful endeavor

new (to me, though it expired in june)... not bad

pancake batter (whey protein powder, ground hazelnuts, banana, chia seeds, banana extract)... good thing the batter was tasty...

...because the pancakes burned

carrot cake oatmeal pudding: steel cut oats, vanilla pudding powder, shredded carrots, cinnamon, Truvia, brown sugar

i made plantain chips!

...and eggplant "bacon" (that really is just "roasted eggplant")

monday's run... that 5.99 is really grating on my nerves

especially since my garmin said 6.00 when i pushed "stop"!

new granola!

parfait with strawberry banana yogurt, banana, strawberry, and udi's banaberry granola. the granola is good, i guess, but the banana + berry flavor doesn't come through... and a "portion" is ludicrously tiny

thursday morning: transitions, transitions, transitions. wheeee.

So that last picture?  Yeah, awkward situation there.  B seems to have gotten the idea that I want her to leave me alone, and in true “high school drama” fashion, I’m pretty sure she shot off at the mouth about this to T, so now they both hate me.  Whatever, it’s fine, I’m used to having people hate me.

But.  About that race I’m doing in January — the one for which I was debating over the half vs. full marathon?  T is doing the half, and she is trying to convince B to come along too.  A) Way to wreck my vacation!  (I’m kidding.  I think.)  B) I don’t want to decide to do the full marathon out of a desire to “best” them… hard not to let that color my thinking.

Anyway.  Have a great weekend.

Lots of folks confuse bad management with destiny.” 
~Kin Hubbard

I Am Lucky

I’ve been meaning to post this for a few days now, but I haven’t had the time or the words.  I don’t really have those now, either, but here goes…

Lately, I’ve been feeling — for lack of a better word — rather bipolar.  I can go from being really content to wanting to crawl under a rock and stay there forever.  It’s kind of disturbing.

Even though I’ve been busy, it’s not always the sort of “busy” that occupies my mind.  So even if I’m operating in go-go-go-go mode, my thoughts are free to roam… not exactly a good thing, if you’re an over-thinker in the first place!

What I’ve realized: I’m really, really lucky.  I’ve somehow turned into someone to whom it means more to be strong and active than it does to be thrust into the frail weakling role.  (Not that I ever particularly liked that, but you probably know what I mean.)  The last time I can remember feeling that way is back in high school, when I was still taking karate.  And I like feeling that way.  I honestly never thought of IP as a “haven” the way some people do, but I suppose I can understand how one might view it as a “break from real life,” which might make it appealing… but there is absolutely no part of me right now which envies people in that position.  Am I “recovered”?  Hell, no — far from it.  But I realize that, which is pretty monumental.  And in that respect, I am (for the most part) happier than I have been in a very long time.

I genuinely love training — and the fact that I have been so injury-prone just makes me appreciate every workout.  Even the crappy ones.  Because if I can do it and emerge in relatively one piece, it is not a crappy workout.

However.  (Because there always is a however, yes?)  All is not sunshine and roses.  Like I said, I’m feeling kind of bipolar… so even though there are these unexpected spurts of happiness, sometimes I move in the completely opposite direction.  Maybe it’s just my “baseline” and it seems exaggerated since I’m not accustomed to actually feeling happy, but either way, it sucks.  When I tumble head-first into a maelstrom of self-doubt and -criticism, it’s kind of hard to climb back out.

Part of me is terrified of participating in all of these events — it feels like a recipe for disaster, setting myself up for failure.  Because of course I am going to implode, since I suck.  There is nothing I can do that someone else can’t do better than I can… which effectively renders me pretty useless on this planet.  It’s like I’m here, but I’m not here; I’m the type of person whom everyone finds incredibly easy to overlook.  (Unless, of course, you’re a crazy person.  They are attracted to me in droves… and they don’t go away!)  Which is why I’ve learned to keep people at a distance: someone else can’t reject you if you don’t let them get close enough to have the chance, right?

Yep, amazing coping skill right there.  Something else at which I truly rock.

And since I’m not even sure what I’m saying anymore, I will shut my trap now.

But in case you were wondering (yeah, because I’m so sure you were):

It was homemade (non-dairy!) ice cream.

Hybrid Training Plan

Two weeks to the triathlon; nine weeks to the half marathon.  I’m using a ten-week training plan for the half, so the next couple of weeks will be a bit of a mash-up of training for both events at once.

At 5.30 this morning, B texted me to ask if I needed a ride (to this morning’s swim workout).  Thanks, but no thanks.  I had already decided that I was going to do my LSD run (half marathon training plan) and then go for a bike ride (triathlon training plan)… which is what I did.

I guess I’ve got the “S” down.  😉  Actually, I’m really proud of that: I didn’t look at my watch very often, so I didn’t feel compelled to push myself to go faster — that sort of defeats the purpose of such a run, anyway!

Oh, and Jess, you’d be interested to know that I did try out my FuelBelt.

It took a couple of minutes for me to get used to it, but once I did, it didn’t bother me at all.  In fact, it was quite nice to have water at my disposal like that, because it tends to bother my stomach if I drink too much at once (hence the cramping issues at the race last weekend), and this way I can just take smaller sips every few minutes.  I actually got it a size larger than I probably needed to, because I wanted it to sit on my hips instead of my waist so that it wouldn’t interfere with my arm swing.  It worked out just fine.

Came home, shoved this in my face:

I think it was a chocolate chip bran muffin.  But I couldn’t say for sure.  And then I went out for a bike ride.  I had no plan at all, which is sort of silly, and I should have ridden at least 25 miles (race distance), but it was freaking hot and I know that I can ride that distance, because I have done it before, so I called it quits after 16+.

Yes, I am a slowpoke.  But that’s not so bad for a slowpoke.

I eventually found myself in Trader Joe’s, where I wanted to buy blackberries.  Of course, they didn’t have any.  So I bought a two-pound box of strawberries instead.  Nobody here eats strawberries except for me, and I’m not exactly sure what I’m going to do with two pounds of it, but… okay.  I also grabbed a bag of these “Skinny Fries”:

They pretty much tasted exactly like Smart Fries (the classic sea salt variety, not the honey mustard!).

Other “exciting” (ha, ha) events included a supermarket trip with my mom — two, actually, since for some reason none of these stores have what we needed!  But I did pick up something awesome:

Vanilla.  Raspberry.  Chocolate.  Ohmygosh — this was seriously one of the best ice cream cones I have ever eaten in my life.

Raspberry sugar!  I am going to be very greedy, and I have hidden the box in the basement freezer which nobody really uses except for me.  😉

I also climbed out of my window to pluck some rainbow chard out of my garden.  (Check out my lettuce, by the way — that used to be a head.  Apparently, this is what happens when you don’t pick a head of lettuce soon enough.)

I did pick another head of lettuce on Friday.

Today I just took a few leaves of chard, though.

I chopped and sauteed the stalks, then added the chopped leaves and some random spices… shortly followed by some roasted tofu, and then mixed with roasted and cooked millet combined with nutritional yeast.

I loved it.  But the tofu nearly didn’t make it to the final dish: plain roasted tofu is so good, which I find really strange, since it doesn’t exactly taste like anything!

This post is already too long, so I will end it here… with a guessing game!  (If you’ve already seen this on Facebook, you know what it is, so you are automatically disqualified.  ;))

Hmm… what might this be?…

Actually, I do have a couple more questions!

  1. B texted me after I had come home from my ride, telling me that she and T were going biking and asking if I wanted to come.  Been there, done that.  It’s starting to get very annoying: she was never so “friendly” before we had this whole spat!  And I’m pretty sure she’ll ask me if I want a ride to the tri stroke clinic tomorrow, and while I would love to go to the clinic, I don’t want to go with her (and so I can’t go).  Exactly how do I make this clear to someone with a brick for a skull?!
  2. I am doing a race in January.  Except that I can’t decide whether to register for the half or the full marathon.  Is it completely insane of me to even entertain the idea of a full marathon??  (I asked my coach this, but of course he’s in support of the full marathon.  He’s crazy like that, after all.)

I really will shut up now.  Have a lovely Monday.

“All promise outruns performance.” 
~Ralph Waldo Emerson

Hot Happy Days

Yowza.  It’s just a bit steamy around these parts!

But the scheduled run must go on.  I decided that I ought to test out some of the gels I have lying around … before the tri.  And I think I’ve found the one I’m going to use: apple cinnamon Hammer Gel.  I liked the flavor, and it doesn’t seem to have upset my stomach.  Win!

At first, when I walked outside this morning, I was pleasantly surprised: there was a bit of a breeze!  Not that it wound up being so helpful, in the long run.  My coach and I waited for B for ten minutes, and then she called and told him that she’d be “right there” (which, upon further questioning, turned out to mean five minutes)… he told her that there were other people (*cough* me *cough*) who needed to get to work, so we would start and see her later.

And guess what we started?  Hill repeats!  Oh, how I hate that hill.  (My coach kidded that hills are like parents… you might not necessarily like them, but they do a lot of good for you.)  I’d say that a comfortable conversational pace for me is probably somewhere in the 9:15-9:30 vicinity.  He was dragging me up that hill at 8:10 or so.  Did I mention that it was so incredibly humid, I could hardly breathe?!

B showed up as we were finishing our first downhill.  So for all of my repeats, it was just my coach and me.  I think he stayed and did her last repeat with her after I left to run home.

I actually meandered a bit just to finish at eight miles: that’s my longest run since before I hurt my back.  I was so tempted to go further, but I think I’ve learned my lesson… take it easy.

These splits do not reflect the run at all, I don’t think… it felt much harder than that!  But I loved it.  I really, really needed a “good” run, and I guess I got it today, even though I felt like I was going to die chugging up that hill again and again and again like a hamster on a wheel.

I promptly went out and purchased a Fuel Belt today.

That’s from my coach.  Awww.  I did tell him, however, that if I hadn’t been so oxygen-deprived, I would have been better able to catch and clobber him for making me do this.  😉

And then a couple of hours later, I got this text from B:  Heard u did gr8 timing today, congrats!  Um.  I politely replied, Thanks.

To understand why I am being polite, I will save the trouble of relating what transpired last night and instead of provide a text message transcript.  I’m blue, she’s orange.  (Or: I am the one who is using proper grammar and spelling.)

Thanks for the offer, but I am going to have to make arrangements to drive myself. I like to know that I will have a way to get back home. (after she called about going to the beach for the open water swim)
Thanks for the offer, but I am going to drive myself. I still like to know that I will have a way to get back home. (after she called about going to the swim workout last night)

I think is about time to let that go
Is not good to hold a grudge

I will not let it go, not b/c I am holding a grudge but b/c the way you treated me was really crappy and you never even acknowledged that you did anything wrong. I’m not okay with subjecting myself to that.

I apologyze u feel that way.
I was very upset at u, that’s y I left u behind, if it helps, I did feel bad after…
So again, when u r ready to tlk and let go, let me know

I have nothing to let go; I just can’t trust that the same thing wouldn’t happen again if I unintentionally did something offensive.

Then y didn’t u say gm today? (gm = good morning)

I don’t think it’s holding a grudge if I say that I was upset that you never apologized even though I was initially the one who said I was hurt by the way you treated me. I’m not into pretending things never happened.

So u want to leave it at that?

I don’t know what you want to do — am I just supposed to be okay with that??

Since ur asking, I think that after a person apologyzes the next step is to move on

And when did YOU apologize? Except for tonight when you said you “apologize [I] feel that way”?

Let me understand, if I apologyze, u will drop it?
I guess the answer would be no
That would be holding a grudge

No, that would be practicing common sense and not texting while I drive. I’ll be honest: the point of an apology is moot if it doesn’t come from one’s own volition. So whatever the case may be, yeah, I can pretend e/t is fine, but I just don’t feel like I can trust you fully.

I think u r taking things to extreme
I apologize

Thank you.


Please note: I never said that I accepted her apology.  Because I don’t think she meant it.  But whatever… fine, I can be civil and cordial.  I’m just not going to go anywhere with her!  (She never actually showed up to the swim workout last night.  But it was an awesome workout.)

New-to-me cereal:

The cereal by itself is rather bland.  I don’t really care, though, because I didn’t buy it with the intention of eating it this way; I was going to use it in some recipes.  Now, if I could only remember which recipes…

This didn’t quite work out as I envisioned it, but it was good anyway!  Steamfresh brown and wild rice with broccoli and carrots (plus more broccoli and carrots, of course), scrambled All Whites, soy sauce, and a whole host of spices I don’t remember at the moment.  But it was hot.

Remember my honey infatuation?  It apparently extends to this:

And I don’t even love almonds all that much!

So, yeah.  An incredibly hot day, but I was happy and bouncing around because running does that to me.  Even if my running shoes do reek of menthol, because I can’t figure out what the hell is up with my feet and so that’s the easiest way to forget about them.  There are, after all, worse smells that one can associate with running shoes.

This is odd, though: I told my acupuncturist that I ice after I run, and he claims it’s the worst thing ever, because it might feel better in the moment but it’s awful for you in the long run.  Huh?  So what am I supposed to do, just deal with it?!  No, apparently I’m supposed to use “linaments.”  Double huh?!

I think I should just be naturally 100% pain-free 100% of the time, and all of my problems will be solved.

Have a great weekend.

“There’s no such thing as bad weather, only unsuitable clothing.” 
~Alfred Wainwright


How much can one’s mind be boggled before one’s brains fall out??  I had thought that after my telling her that I felt we were just going in circles, B would finally leave me alone.  Nope, no such luck.  She called me yesterday and left a message (because naturally I didn’t answer) saying that her sister was in the hospital, but she really wanted to finish our conversation; and then she randomly said she was going [to the tri stroke clinic] but wanted to take her own car, and that I should call her back when I have a chance.

First of all, why did she feel the need to tell me about her sister??  Second of all, go ahead, take your own car, knock yourself out — because if I had been able to take my car, I sure as hell wouldn’t be offering you a ride!

I’m so sick of this already.  I sent her a text saying that while I am sorry to hear about her sister and I hope that everything is okay, with regard to our “conversation,” as far as I am concerned, there is nothing more to say.

She responded “Ok.”  I have no idea what that means.  But I hope it means she’ll finally go away and leave me alone!!

I had been stressing myself out about seeing her yesterday morning, but that was stupid: of course I didn’t have to worry, since she was late.  If she even showed up at all.  My coach, T and I began without her.

Look at that — my average speed is over 14 MPH!  Which is probably on the slow side for them, but still, it’s the first time I actually managed to stay with them for the entire ride.  The fact that T has yet to master standing on the uphill helped a lot — particularly since we were essentially doing hill repeats.  As did, I am sure, my newly inflated tires: I filled them to the max the night before.  Made a huge difference.

I came home to a bowl of summer!

Ezekiel granola, banana, strawberries, blueberries, and almond milk.  Summer fruit just makes me happy.

I fully intended to make cinnamon buns last night — since I wasn’t going to the tri stroke clinic, I had some free time — but I was feeling very lazy and not in the mood of waiting for dough to rise.  Instead, I played Scrabble with my mom. (I’m sorry, Katie! I will make those cinnamon buns, eventually…)

And oh, conducted the first part of an experiment.  I made a chocolate lava cake for one — which I’ve made before, but I use Hershey’s special dark cocoa powder, which contains both cocoa and cocoa processed with alkali, so I’m not sure whether to use baking powder or baking soda!  I usually just use both, but I’ve decided to try them separately to see which works better.  First, the baking powder.

I always have issues getting this out of the dish.  So I just don’t bother anymore — I dig in with a spoon and hope I don’t burn off my fingers.  It was good.

Today, I tried it with baking soda.  At first, I thought that was the right choice, since it seemed to be rising a lot more, but it kind of sank back down again when it came out of the oven.

But I managed to get it out of the dish!  That would be because I greased the ramekin well this time.  Honestly, I didn’t see / taste much of a difference between the baking powder and the baking soda, so whatever.

Since I didn’t make cinnamon buns last night, I ate this today instead:

Cinnabon cereal on top of a “smoothie” made with vanilla yogurt, copious amounts of cinnamon, and ice.  Which essentially turned into vanilla-flavored water, because my blender sucks and won’t crush ice without an insane amount of liquid.  If you want to buy me a birthday present, I’d like a Vita-Mix.  Thanks.  😉

My jar of TJ’s eggplant garlic spread is nearly gone.  Sad face.

I combined some of it with nutritional yeast and water, then spread it over a Smart Cutlet that I baked in the oven.  Actually, I guess I roasted it, since the CSA zucchini and spring onions were in there too — why do I never see spring onions in stores?!  They’re so much better than regular onions.

Since those cutlets (isn’t “cutlet” a weird word?!) come in packages of two, the second one made its appearance today.

En papillote!  (Okay, “en silver foil” is technically more accurate, but it doesn’t sound quite as fancy.)  That’s brown and wild rice with broccoli and carrots, with some more broccoli and carrots added to tame the veggie monster.  I tossed it with a mixture of nutritional yeast thinned with water and Frank’s, then folded it all up with the cutlet in a square of foil and baked it in the oven for about half an hour.  I really love it when such simple things end up tasting fantastic, don’t you?!

My half marathon training plan has yet to be altered, but the un-altered version called for three “easy” miles this morning.  (Today, by the way, is a fast day.  I am beyond even caring anymore that is is sacrilegious of me not to be fasting.)  I stepped out the door and into a bowl of soup — so hot and humid and muggy, and it wasn’t even 6 AM!

I don’t think I know what “easy” means.  It annoys me to be moving slowly — I’m always going to be trying to push to go faster, which kind of defeats the purpose.  And can I just say that I can’t wait until I don’t need the insurance of that knee sleeve anymore?!  I don’t know how anyone runs wearing that — my gait felt off for the first few minutes because of it.  Ugh.

I saw my therapist today.  Apparently, while I was on the train back to my office, B called me.  Again.  I am starting to feel a little bit stalked at this point.

Basically, my coach had texted me saying that we’re going to do a short open water swim tomorrow morning.  I told him that I probably wouldn’t be able to make it, because if I take the subway I’d never get home in time… but then I asked my dad if I could take the car, and while I might need to leave the swim early, I actually can go.  The gist of B’s message was something like, “I don’t know if [coach] or T told you, but we’re having an open water swim in the morning.  I’m leaving at 5.30, if you want to come.”

Um.  Why would he tell her, and not tell me?  She isn’t that special.  Anyway, I’ve had it up to here with this woman:  I’ve tried in a million nice ways to say that I am pissed at her and want nothing to do with her if she can’t at least admit that she did something which warrants an apology.  Mind you, I’m not asking for an apology — just the recognition that she did something wrong!  But she seems intent on pretending that everything is fine and dandy, and I’m sorry, that is just not going to fly.  I don’t care if it makes me bitchy, I don’t care if it seems immature: you do not treat me like that and get away with it.  Period.

So I texted her and told her thanks for the offer, but I’m going to have to make arrangements to drive myself.  I like to know that I will have a way to get back home.

Really — how in-your-face do I need to get in order for her to LEAVE ME ALONE?!?!

Tomorrow morning should be interesting.  Mega sigh.

Happy Hump Day.

“Put a grain of boldness into everything you do.” 
~Baltasar Gracian

Race Recap

Good thing about doing charity races: even if you have a sucky race, you can still feel at least a little bit good about it.

That’s not to say I had a sucky race.  It was a fairly decent performance, I suppose.  The problem was that I had my own goal to achieve, and I didn’t meet that… for a variety of reasons.

My official finishing time was 28:53.27, so that part was pretty accurate.  The problem was that the course wasn’t clearly marked, and I made a wrong turn — so my Garmin accounted for the extra .15 mile, but the official results did not.  Which is why I am going with the Garmin stats as my time, which gives me the right to say this is a 5K PR.

Not that it matters, because there’s always next time to achieve what I really wanted to … and I might have done it today, even with my wrong turn, except I ran into a problem.  (No pun intended.)  You see my reverse negative splits?  Yeah, I had it all planned out that if I start out at X pace and increase by X every mile, I’d be able to finish within my desired time frame.  But that plan kind of flew out the window when I got a nasty stitch in my side about a mile in.  I haven’t gotten stitches while running in a while, but I guess I must have had too much liquid too close to the race start.  If it were a longer race, I would have walked it out, but since this was so short I opted to just suffer through it.  It was not pleasant.  And I didn’t even have music to distract me, because my MP3 player battery died just before the start.

If it sounds like I’m complaining about the race, I’m not: I know I tend to set goals for myself that may be too high, and then I just end up beating myself up over my “failures,” and I’m trying not to do that here!  I’m actually counting this race as a success solely based on the fact that all my body parts appear to be intact. And hey, I placed second in my age group — for real, this time.

That is what my leg looks like after a few hours of wearing magic pants and a knee sleeve.  Pretty, huh?  I’ve noticed that I tend to fall into a pattern of slacking off on my icing / stretching when I’m not hurting, and I need to stop that.  I’d much rather spend a few extra minutes on it as a preventive measure than wait to fall apart!

I also decided to try “nature’s electrolyte beverage”…

I know I don’t like coconut, but I was under the impression that coconut water didn’t taste like coconut.  And it doesn’t, but I still don’t like it!  In fact, I couldn’t stomach more than a sip of this — it kind of made me gag.  Oh, well.  At least I can say I tried!

I have no idea where the rest of the day went, because it’s over already and I don’t seem to have gotten much done… so sad to have to go back to work tomorrow!  And face B in the morning… ugh.  And miss the tri stroke clinic again, because I refuse to go anywhere with her.  Oh, but I now have my team uniform for the triathlon — I couldn’t go to the transition clinic today, but I asked T to pick up my uniform for me.  I kind of look like a clown in it.  🙂

Don’t ask me what’s up with my recent honey infatuation — I used to hate the stuff.  I guess that’s because it wasn’t good honey.  Actually, I’m pondering the difference between Whole Foods’ wildflower honey and wildflower amber honey.  I mean, I can see that the latter is darker in color, but does that mean it’s got a deeper flavor, too??  Hmm.

I found a package of tofu in my refrigerator that somehow flew under the radar and had a “use by” date of July 13.  I ate it anyway, and lived to tell the tale.

On a bed of bulgur: tofu, CSA zucchini and spring onions, and orange peppers.  I sliced the tofu, put it in a sprayed pan, and poured Frank’s, garlic salt, and a bit of peanut oil over it, then layered the vegetables on top of that, and then sprinkled some more garlic salt and chili powder on top of that.  It hung out in the oven at about 450° for nearly an hour.  And it was good.

I’m especially dreading going to work tomorrow because I need to have the whole salary chat.  As in, I was supposed to get a raise once I completed my degree, and the new fiscal year has already started, but I don’t seem to have gotten said raise.  I do. not. want to deal with this.  Ugh.

Hope you have a happy Monday, though.

“When a man does not know what harbor he is making for, no wind is the right wind.”