So apparently there’s a big basketball game happening tonight..don’t ask me about it because I’m completely clueless as to what’s going on. Pretty sure I’m the only person in Boston who doesn’t give a crap about Boston sports. (Settle down all you die hards.) Now don’t get me wrong, I quite enjoy going to games. It just so happens that I go for a different reason than most…. to chit-chat, people watch and hang out with friends.
My girl Marisa invited me to the game last night. We had a great time but don’t ask me who they played or who won. Pretty sure I looked at the field just long enough to snap this picture….
And no, I wasn’t hammered. Thanks Marisa!
I ate something wonderful today (for both lunch and dinner) but it’s not sitting well in my stomach. Perhaps I went a little overboard with the lentils. My company is in for a splendid surprise tonight.
That beautiful (yet gassy) creation is a portabella mushroom topped with lentils and cheese, baked in the over for half hour. Yum!!
It’s almost Friday people. Yay!!
Yo! I hit up a Zumba class this morning at my gym and it reminded me of how little rhythm I have. Dancing is so sexy and I’d love to be able to shake my ass like they do in music videos. Only two problems: my ass is flat (thanks dad) and the only thing shaking is my muffin top. This white girl has no moves. My roommate and I decided to look into hip hop classes though so perhaps my moves will improve. We tried Salsa classes last year which were a total bust. It’s very hard remembering those moves, never mind doing them with grace. Do you think people with no rhythm can learn how to dance or must there be an innate talent. (To be clear: When drinking, I’ve got moves like you read about. As evidenced below. No big deal.)
Something kinda cool about having a blog is that you’re able to see search terms– phrases people type in to find you. Every day there’s at least one funny one. Today was “bloated slug”. For some reason, vagina is a very common search term. So far this week we have: wet vagina, creme pie vagina, and (best one yet) “my fingers were like popsicles by the end of it and my vagina was numb”. Now I know I say some dirty stuff, but that last one was a little over-the-top! Speaking of vagina, it’s Gay Pride Week here in Boston.
Off to the Sox Game!
Wow, its been a long time. Can’t believe it’s actually freaking June. Where the hell does the time go? One year ago yesterday, I moved out of my place with Len and Ellie. (We broke up a few months before that but lived together till June.) Crazy to think how much has happened since that time. My life went from stable, consistent, and calm to wild and chaotic.
My friends tell me that I should write a book because of the ridiculous experiences I’ve encountered since the breakup… most of which are too inappropriate to disclose on this blog. Perhaps one day I’ll share. Despite the amazing and insane times, my mood continues to dip down into a funk at times. I never thought I’d still be going through periods of depression but I am. Last night my roommate and I established an action plan to get my ass in a better mental state.
Step 1: Be around people/animals/things that bring me joy. CHECK!
Look who’s staying for the weekend!
It’s a good thing she’s not covered in chocolate chips or I might just eat her up. I love this little rat.
Speaking of chocolate chips…
Step 2: STOP EATING MY FEELINGS! I use food as a coping skill so it’s safe to say I’ve gained weight. It’s no surprise that baked goods are my go-to foods for comfort. (See below for the fat girl special.)
That right there is a triple chocolate brownie
The reality is that sugar makes me feel like SHIT both physically and emotionally, which deepens the depression. Terrible cycle. So what’s a girl to do? JUST SAY NO to
crack sugar. I have a dietary plan but I’m not going to share it until I’m confident in my ability to follow through.
Step 3: Talk to someone.
I’m a therapist (How’d that happen???) so listening is more my strong suit. People talk to me about their struggles and I love it but it’s difficult for me to open up and be the talker. I’ve been isolating from friends and family which is very bad. (Here’s a tip: Don’t avoid family phone calls for weeks then randomly send a text to your dad stating “I kinda want to file bankruptcy then join the Peace Corps for two years. Thoughts? I’m serious.” This won’t go over well.)
With a little push from a good friend, I booked a therapy appointment for myself. (Do you guys remember when I went to Mimi? She was cool.) Therapy is a wonderful thing if you’re invested. Like many things in life, the more you put into it, the more you get out. I’ve been in and out of therapy since I was 16 years old (my parents thought I was an alcoholic; really I just got busted the
110 four times I went out drinking.) but I never really take it too seriously. This time around I’m going to try to be more open and honest. We’ll see how that goes.
STEP 4: WORKOUT.
Everyone knows that working out is AMAZING for both body and mind. Exercise has always been a form of medication for me. Running, in particular, has worked wonders for my mental state. Although I’ve been slacking in this department, the ball hasn’t dropped completely. Last week I ran alongside my good friend Ali, as she completed her first half marathon. I wasn’t signed up and I didn’t train, but I ran 11 miles with her for support. (I ate a block of cheese post race. Not good for the bowels.)
Some signs of depression include loss of interest and loss of motivation. It’s REALLY hard to get moving on some days (esp. today when it’s rainy and laying in bed sounds so much better) but ultimately I know that even the shortest bit of exercise will increase my mood. Strapping on my sneaks is a MUST for me. Been thinking about signing up for a few races to keep the motivation flowing. We’ll see.
That pretty much sums up my action plan for now.
What did I forget?
**I hope everyone is doing well! Happy Saturday.
Last night a bunch of us gathered together for an adult slumber party. (Get your head out of the gutter people, not that kind of party.) We stayed up until 3:30 am (!!!) which is something I haven’t done in years. My head hurts but it was worth it.
We enjoyed a tasty dinner.
Homemade meatballs, salad, veg and hummus, couscous, quinoa, asparagus, green salad with dried cherries. YUM!!!!!! The quinoa was a hit.
Even tastier dessert.
Story telling…… (You don’t even want to know what’s happening here.)
Too many bottles of wine.
And a shit load of laughs.
Life can be so damn fun.
Thanks Meg and Joe for having us.
Okay, so perhaps I’m a little biased when it comes to my cooking. I happen to love my concoctions and don’t mind at all that most of it looks like dog food or worse. I think tonight’s dish is something to brag about though.
Challenge: create something that’s vegan and enticing to both men and women. Done and done.
Mediterranean Quinoa (Super creative name.)
1 cup dry quinoa
2 cups packed spinach
1 can artichoke hearts
1/3 cup (that’s a guess) oil packed sun-dried tomatoes
1/2 jar roasted peppers
Salt and pepper to taste
Balsamic vinegar to taste
Add one cup quinoa to two cups water. Bring to boil then simmer for 15 minutes.
While that’s cooking, add diced onion and sun-dried tomatoes in a hot skillet. Do not drain the oil. Cook until the onions are to your liking.
Add roasted peppers, artichoke hearts, spinach, salt and pepper to onions/tomato mix. Heat through until spinach is wilted.
Add quinoa to the mix.
Drizzle with balsamic vinegar.
Bam! Take that suckers. I actually haven’t tasted it yet so we’ll let the boys be the judge. I brought backup in case they hate it. Beer and hummus. Do with it what you will.
Off to the party!
Saturdays are the shiiizzzzzzzzzzz. I’ve been up since the crack but really haven’t gotten anything accomplished. A run is in the very near future but it’s seriously windy out there. That’d be funny if I blew across the street. I think I’m slowly coming out of my depressed funk. It’s lasted much longer than expected but the past few days have been more joyful and upbeat, so that’s hopeful. Depression blows.
Have you ever woken from a dream crying or laughing? I’ll never forget one time I dreamt that this dude was climbing up a ladder and bumped his head on a chandelier. I was hysterical in my dream and woke up dying laughing. What a good feeling that was. I woke up crying two nights ago because in my dream I was saying goodbye to my friend who’s moving (in real life) to Oklahoma. So strange.
For lunch I made Mama Pea’s Magic Kale Salad. I swapped walnuts for pistachios and omitted the sesame oil because I didn’t have any. It’s chillin in the fridge as we speak waiting to be gobbled up.
It’s time to face this wind! Speaking of wind, what are your thoughts on people farting in the office? I work with a girl who rips ass all day but won’t stand for anyone else doing it. RUDE!
It’s Friday, it’s Friday, it’s Friday!! Are you someone who looks forward to Friday all week-long? Not me! Although I enjoy the weekends, I never rush the week since I love my job. I saw this once and totally related.
I may not be the richest person in the world, but I’m rich in other ways.
Tomorrow night I’m going to my friend’s house for dinner and wine. There will be five of us… 2 couples and me. I tortured myself and watched a couple of PETA commercials the other day. Now I can’t bare to eat meat/dairy. I go through phases so I’m sure this will pass but I need a good vegan recipe that will cater to meat eaters. My friend Joe already calls me earthy crunchy so I’m sure I’ll get an ear full tomorrow night. Any suggestions?
About 7 years ago, I tried to change my name to Morgan. Not legally but I asked my family and friends to call me that, introduced myself as Morgan, changed my email/voicemail/etc. I was met with SO much resistance. People hated the idea!! I don’t get why but whatever. It caught on for a little bit and to this day my father and good friend Ali still call me Morgan. I’m in the mood to change it up again and am digging the name Harper. What do you think???
“Hi, I’m Harper. Nice to meet you.” LOVE.
Yo! Long time no talk. Happy belated ❤ Day. A long time friend/sixth grade boyfriend/first kiss flew in from Colorado for the week so he and I went to dinner last night. We hadn’t seen one another for 18 years so it was fun catching up. We went to my all time favorite place, The Beehive. I ordered old faithful, the Mezze Platter. No surprise there. I should own stock in that damn restaurant and dish.
I took today off from work and saw Big Miracle, matinée style. (Stolen pic below.)
Make fun if you must but the blue hairs (old ladies) and I had a great time. Such a beautiful story, good for any age. Prior to the movies, a fabulous breakfast was had at Sorella’s in Jamaica plain. This place is a hidden gem: tasty, unique, and reasonably priced. The menu is very long and overwhelming however.
I’m going through a no-meat and dairy phase so today was all about the tofu scram.
Tofu, avocado, black beans, spinach, pesto, mushrooms, arugula, sprouts, and more. Goat cheese was omitted. Hash browns and toast on the side. Wipe the drool off the keyboard people. It was definitely as good as it looks.
Some other updates
1. I’m still fat and can’t fit into my pants. Ask my clients, they’ll tell you. 🙂 The good news is that a few colleagues and I started a three-month Biggest Loser Challenge. So far it’s motivated me a teeny tiny bit. I’ve been in a serious life rut the past month or so and my exercise habits have suffered. I think I’m going to take a break from running and put energy into other things like yoga, swimming, and sex. I kid.
2. Online dating has come to a screeching halt. I never went on second dates with the two guys I last blogged about. We made plans but then one of us would cancel so the spark quickly dwindled. I’m gonna hop back on the horse (no pun intended) next week. I need to find myself a baby daddy one way or another. Anyone know of a reputable sperm bank? My roommate and I may or may not have looked into that last week. Oh, brother. 🙂 I just started writing for Examiner.com as the Boston Online Dating Examiner so I need to get some good material. With that said, if anyone has any funny online dating stories to share, please comment below.
Check out my new bed spread courtesy of Urban Outfitters!
What guy wouldn’t want to crawl under beautiful creation…
Morning!! How was everyone’s weekend? Earlier last week I was feeling a little overwhelmed by my schedule so I decided to slow things down a bit this weekend. Turns out I had too much down time which made for a somewhat boring weekend. Live and learn.
Friday night I went to a friend’s house for some food, bev, and girl time. The theme of the night was Succulent Wild Women, after the Sark book. We didn’t get very wild but had fun sharing wild stories and laughing. Thanks for hosting, Mikaela.
My roommate and I saw Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close on Saturday night. The movie was well written and very, very sad. Bring an entire roll of toilet paper with you because you and your neighbor will need it. I almost broke out in full-blown sobs at one point.
Sunday was uneventful. Melissa and I sat around all morning procrastinating our long run. The race is in 5 weeks so mileage is climbing. We were supposed to run 14 but only ran 12.5 because I screwed up my Garmin. Totally fine with it. Check out my pre and post meals.YUM.
Most importantly– Ellie and I have been enjoying our time together this weekend. We explored the Arnold Arboretum.
She romped through the fields and enjoyed being wild and free. (I, unfortunately, did not get any romping in.)
We played ball at the park and dug up the baseball field. Sorry little league.
And fit in lots of snuggling and sleeping.
For some reason, she insists on squeezing into the small bed even though there’s a bigger one right next to her.
I’m off to drop her off then head to work.
Any good stories to share? I could use a laugh.
Check out our latest resident….
Remember six months ago when our apartment was infested with raccoons? Well, now we have rats. Settle down, they don’t roam free in the house. They reside in the walls and in the ceiling, but we do hear them scratching around all the time. Pretty sure they’re trying to chew their way out of the shower drain. I’d slide right off the toilet if that ever happened. My landlord is working hard to get a grip on the problem. Sadly, we often hear them getting trapped and squealing to their death. At first I cried, now I plug my ears and yell to drown out the noise. Terrible.
So I’m supposed to be out on a date right now but I cancelled for a couple of reasons. I went out with this cat last week and had a great time. He was cool, smart, and funny but a spitting image of Len. Everything down to his damn ear lobes. No joke. I felt like I was tripping on acid. We rescheduled for Sunday but I’ll probably cancel again.
Check out this sign.
I’m proud to be absolutely ridiculous.
Who’s watching Idol tonight???