I haven’t cooked all week. I don’t get home until 6pm now, and I’m tired from being on my feet all day, helping customers, checking printers, running to the back to check email or find out the status on a press run. I need to learn to pace myself, I need ideas for quick meals, and I need to remember to get the hamburger out of the freezer before I leave for work!
The good thing about my new schedule, aside from the extra padding in the bank account, is that I do a lot of walking throughout the day, and I probably won’t need much extra time on the treadmill. I need to dig out the pedometer and wear it for a couple of days, just to see how much I exercise I’m really getting. Maybe I’m just a wimp, and it just feels like I’m walking a lot.
There must be a hurricane brewing somewhere. I keep having the urge to run to the grocery store and stock up on perishable food. Especially large beef and pork roasts, to put in the freezer. I try to resist, because that’s a lot of food to cook on the grill when the power is out for a week. When Wilma hit two years ago, we had a freezer full of hamburger, and we ate bacon cheeseburgers (cooked on the gas grill) for days. Nobody warned us that you gain weight after a hurricane…
Ultimate Fighting tonight. We’ll be heading to a local sports bar to watch the pay-per-view event. People always want to know why I like MMA (mixed martial arts) so much. After all, they say, you’re a girl. I started watching it when David and I started dating. I didn’t like it. But I started learning the rules, and got familiar with the fighters, and it grew on me. That happens with any sport, really. But there are three reasons I particularly like MMA. First of all, it’s an individual sport. You are solely responsible for your performance. I’ve never been a fan of team sports, or teamwork, for that matter. I’m all about personal responsibility. Second, these people are well-disciplined, top athletes, who have studied and trained for years just to be able to compete at the lowest level. Their skill and conditioning is amazing, and it is awe inspiring to watch. Finally, I must admit, I get a vicarious thrill out of watching two people beat the shit out of each other. Who hasn’t wanted to do that at some time or other? But let me tell you something, I find the popular consensus that MMA is merely a brutal blood sport totally offensive. Yes, it’s violent. So is football. When was the last time a fighter was killed during training or paralyzed during a sanctioned bout? Um, never. When was the last time a football player was paralyzed during a nationally televised game? Last weekend, right?
I am mourning the reduction of brown rice in my diet. I don’t have to cut it out completely, yet, but I noticed while on vacation that some of my small, yet nagging food-reaction symptoms cleared up. I didn’t really know what it was, until we got back home and about a week later, they were back. Even then, I didn’t put it together until I was reading old posts on the Gluten Free Goddess blog and got to the part where she just found out brown rice causes a reaction for her, but white rice doesn’t. And then the light bulb went off. I ate lots of white rice on my trip, but almost no brown rice. At home, I eat tons of brown rice (it tastes better!!!) but almost no white rice. So two weeks ago I cut out brown rice. My symptoms went away. Crap. Now, these are really mild symptoms, just skin irritations really, so I’ll probably be safe eating an occasional serving of brown rice pasta or a rice cake here and there. But not every day, like I used to. Now I’m trying to find a substitute “starch”. White rice just doesn’t excite me. I react to potatoes and quinoa. I can only have sweet potatoes about every two weeks, or I start reacting to them. I already eat a ton of corn. Any suggestions? Besides “cowboy up and eat the white rice”, which is what’s going on now. Seriously, all ideas are welcome!