After investigating a few different options, I've decided the easiest way to continue blogging is to keep this blog and just change the name. So life should be easy for you guys. Now I just have to come up with something that isn't cheesy or too long...
I've also decided to make this blog public again since the whole reason I made it private is over now. So hello world. I've missed you.
There really isn't much to update you all on honestly. It's been so relaxing and wonderful being home. Florida is fantastic; I love the storms every night (lighting!!), I love the heat and I LOVE being with my family. So in a nut shell: I am happy.
In other news, I am redecorating my room. As soon as it's done I'm going to post before and after photos. My oldest friend Ann (I've known her since pre-school and both her grandmother and mother taught me in elementary school) came over and helped me re-paint the walls a greyish white. That's all I'm saying right now. The suspense!! I know!!
I also am VERY sun burnt from going to the beach yesterday. Ouch. Next time I'll be better about sun screen, it's really crazy how fast you get burnt here.
On another (and less interesting) front, I'm working out EVERY day (but Sunday...I do Wii fit that day). It's amazing how much better you feel after an hour or so of moving. God really created us to be active! So my schedule goes like this: Monday--Run four miles with mom and Auntie Berts (who is an AWESOME person. She's not really my aunt but a really close friend of moms. She's the one who is into macrobiotics...but more on that later.) Or Spin class. Tuesday: Yoga class and 45 minutes on the elliptical. Wednesday: Spin class. The instructor at 5AM is INSANE. I seriously haven't sweat that much EVER. But if I go to the 8:45AM class instead it's a little more low key. Thursdays: Yoga and elliptical again. Friday: Spin class. Saturday: Long distance run!! The first week I did it I was SO sore, but now I really just feel great. I'm working toward running a half-marathon in October.
I'm also getting into macrobiotics and I think that's helping me with energy too. Pretty much right now I'm only eating whole grains (Barley, quinoa, oats, etc.), lean proteins (tofu, fish, chicken) and tons of fruits and veggies. I've already almost lost 10 pounds! Auntie Berts is showing me the macrobiotic ropes (it's a little complicated sometimes, you have to use things like shoyu and umeboshi, which I had NO clue about).
So that is my update! I know it's not that exciting but I decided when I came home I was in body boot camp, and my parents are being awesome and letting me not have a job while I fix myself. It's going to take a while, but I'm on my way!!
Love you all!
***EDIT***
I've decided on a name! Angelina on Stage was my FAVORITE book growing up (I hope you all got to read it) and Angelina is also my great-grandmother's name and my middle name. So there you go! Sorry about the offensive bright pink in the background. I had to do it.
Showing posts with label Tofu. Show all posts
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Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Doctors and Tofu
Yesterday I went to the doctor. Now, my doctor in Florida was a wonderful old man, graying, sweet and just…a peach. It was easy to tell him about embarrassing things that you don’t want the general population to know about your body. When I hopped on the scale, I wasn’t happy about it, but it wasn’t too awkward. He was old. And gray. He probably had dentures.
So fast-forward to the events of January 13, 2009. I left work early to get to my appointment on time (with my boss’ okay, obviously) and trudged over to the doctor’s office. It was in the Village so the train ride was about 15 minutes but I had allotted myself 30 in anticipation of some directional malady that never manifested (despite the fact that I have been to the Village a million times). I had been nervous about the appointment all day (the anticipation of blood being drawn, which I knew would happen on site) and my nervousness made me overcompensate. Which was fine, I filled out my forms, and read my book until my name was called. By this point I was sweating, not from the heat (in fact it was freezing) but from my nerves. Damn, sweat glands. I hate the doctor.
Some assistant showed me to the examination room. I waited there, trying to calm myself by organizing my symptoms in my planner and trying to look professional. I was constantly tired, excessively thirsty all the time, my hair was falling out, my skin was much drier than normal, I had low focus and I had inexplicably gained almost 15 pounds in three months.
Then I waited. And waited. I crossed my legs one way…then crossed them the other when I noticed my legs looked thinner from the other angle. I wrote down my recent expenses in my expense tracker. I read the “Eyes, Throat and Ears” poster across the room. And then, just when I was thinking about getting my book out, the door opened and in walked…an attractive man in his early thirties. I kid you not. Instinctively I looked for a wedding ring…no such luck.
The first thing out of his mouth after I told him about my symptoms was, “So, have you gotten a pap smear?” Then, “Are you sexually active?” To which I replied, “Um…no…I’m waiting until…later.” And he was like, “Later?” To which I said, “Hmmm…yes…later.” He gave me a strange look and said, “Could you hop on the scale?” At this point the voice inside my head was screaming, “WHERE HAVE THE ELDERLY DOCTORS GONE? RUN!!!!” But I forced myself to get on the scale. It was mortifying. After that it got a little better when I somehow managed to bring my dead grandmother into the conversation and then I got so worked that when he asked if I lived in the city I said, “Yes…of course.” Even though I live in Brooklyn. And he could clearly see that I lived in Brooklyn because I wrote my address on my paperwork. After a few more minutes he said we would do a full work up and that he was concerned about my thyroid or depression. So we’ll see how that goes. I’ll have the results next week. But I can guarantee you, he’s not going to be asking for my number.
In other news, I made an amazing stir fry last night with tofu, mushrooms, red cabbage, snow peas, garlic and brown rice. It was fantastic. I just ate the leftovers for lunch.
Ciao for now, chicas!
So fast-forward to the events of January 13, 2009. I left work early to get to my appointment on time (with my boss’ okay, obviously) and trudged over to the doctor’s office. It was in the Village so the train ride was about 15 minutes but I had allotted myself 30 in anticipation of some directional malady that never manifested (despite the fact that I have been to the Village a million times). I had been nervous about the appointment all day (the anticipation of blood being drawn, which I knew would happen on site) and my nervousness made me overcompensate. Which was fine, I filled out my forms, and read my book until my name was called. By this point I was sweating, not from the heat (in fact it was freezing) but from my nerves. Damn, sweat glands. I hate the doctor.
Some assistant showed me to the examination room. I waited there, trying to calm myself by organizing my symptoms in my planner and trying to look professional. I was constantly tired, excessively thirsty all the time, my hair was falling out, my skin was much drier than normal, I had low focus and I had inexplicably gained almost 15 pounds in three months.
Then I waited. And waited. I crossed my legs one way…then crossed them the other when I noticed my legs looked thinner from the other angle. I wrote down my recent expenses in my expense tracker. I read the “Eyes, Throat and Ears” poster across the room. And then, just when I was thinking about getting my book out, the door opened and in walked…an attractive man in his early thirties. I kid you not. Instinctively I looked for a wedding ring…no such luck.
The first thing out of his mouth after I told him about my symptoms was, “So, have you gotten a pap smear?” Then, “Are you sexually active?” To which I replied, “Um…no…I’m waiting until…later.” And he was like, “Later?” To which I said, “Hmmm…yes…later.” He gave me a strange look and said, “Could you hop on the scale?” At this point the voice inside my head was screaming, “WHERE HAVE THE ELDERLY DOCTORS GONE? RUN!!!!” But I forced myself to get on the scale. It was mortifying. After that it got a little better when I somehow managed to bring my dead grandmother into the conversation and then I got so worked that when he asked if I lived in the city I said, “Yes…of course.” Even though I live in Brooklyn. And he could clearly see that I lived in Brooklyn because I wrote my address on my paperwork. After a few more minutes he said we would do a full work up and that he was concerned about my thyroid or depression. So we’ll see how that goes. I’ll have the results next week. But I can guarantee you, he’s not going to be asking for my number.
In other news, I made an amazing stir fry last night with tofu, mushrooms, red cabbage, snow peas, garlic and brown rice. It was fantastic. I just ate the leftovers for lunch.
Ciao for now, chicas!
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