Yeah, remember my Cocoa Puffs Combos? They are no more, thanks to my cousin who ate all but a tiny bit of it — which he left in the box, without folding over the top of the bag, so that it can get all stale. And of course he left his bowl just lying around, because why on earth wouldn’t we want to clean up after him?! I swear, males are such pigs.
Truth be told, I’m the one who feels like the pig now, because I felt sort of obligated to finish the last of that cereal… which is kind of not exactly what I needed today! Let’s back up.
My stupid body clock woke me at 5.15 this morning, but I absolutely refused to get out of bed… instead, I “slept in” until 6.30, and then decided to go for a run. It was later than I usually head out, and hot and humid and sticky — but I’m so happy to be running again that I don’t even care.
In retrospect, it was a stupid idea to try and put myself through another 5K time trial just yet. I think I realized that the moment I stepped out the door and started moving my oh-so-tight legs. And something is sore — I’m not sure if it’s my back or my hip or my thigh, but I don’t care to injure it and find out, so I revised my plan and (literally) ran an errand instead.
An appropriate Independence Day breakfast! Yogurt, raw oats, chia seeds, blackberries, raspberries, blueberries, and strawberries. (I already had the other berries, just needed more of them!)
I was actually going to take the subway home, but once I got in there and realized it would be another fifteen minutes until the next train came, I opted to walk. I would have run, but A) I’m trying to keep my mileage down a bit this week, and B) it’s rather difficult to run while carrying a shopping bag.
Because my brother and I were both off work today, my parents had devised this plan to go somewhere with us… but of course, come noon, my brother — being a lazy male, as mentioned above — was still asleep. So my parents took just me to lunch instead. Which, as we all know, is my absolutely favorite thing to do. (Actually, it could be worse… they could have chosen dinner. Shudder.)
Being an obnoxious brat, I chose to go to “my” restaurant. Apparently, they’ve overhauled the menu since I was there last, and only one of the two dishes I usually get is still on there… but I didn’t get it. Instead, I got something that is new to the menu: “spicy seitan tacos.”
I didn’t find this spicy at all. (At least, not until I inhaled some salsa. As in, up my nose. You don’t even want to know how that happened.) It was good, though. And then, because I am a crazy person, I actually requested that we make a stop on the way home… because I wanted to get this.
Yes, that is gelato. (Chocolate and peanut butter.) I’d never had it before in my life, given the whole dairy issue, but this place where I can eat opened a few months back, and I hadn’t gotten a chance to go yet.
It was good, obviously. I mean, how can it not be? But I very much dislike eating with my dad, because he’s always in a rush to get back to work, and that makes me feel rushed, and I hate feeling like I’m just shoving food into my face to get rid of it because I’m not worth more than three seconds of someone’s time. Whatever. I’ll just have to find a way to get back there on my own time, I guess. If I can muster up the courage to do that, because a while later, the guilt hit, and it hit hard. My nutritionist says I am “spoiling [my] victory,” and I suppose that’s true, but still.
And that is why I did not feel like finishing off a box of cereal “just because” was something I really needed to do just now. What I probably should do, actually, is go hide the rest of it before it gets hijacked, too. (Horrible Hostess at your service!) It seems somewhat dysfunctional that I feel like I need to hide my own food in my own house… hmm.
Clearly, I have issues.
Anyway. Hope you’ve all had a lovely Fourth of July!
“Without freedom, no one really has a name.”