Hi everyone. It is with a heavy heart that I have to say I will be ending this blog. As a soon to be trainee in counseling psychology, I need to keep my private life… well, private. I am not done with blogging and hope to start another one in a more anonymous voice for my friends and family. I have really learned a lot about myself through writing and forgot how much I loved it. Thank you for reading and for being so sweet.
I have been absent due to a little thing/hell called an oral psychopathology final. It went…okay. I do NOT like being put on the spot. Anxiety is the name of the game when it comes or that kind of stuff. I am happy it is over
I have one more final and I am free for a while. The time off will include more writing, reading (for personal enjoyment and health), and a healthy purge of things I don’t need anymore. Have you ever been away from your childhood home, and come back later only realize you have a room full of “stuff” you haven’t seen, used or even liked in years? That’s where I’m at with my room at my family’s house. I am cleaning it out, giving things away, and in a way saying good-bye to the girl who lived there.
Sometimes I feel I’ve lived 3 or 4 different lives, many of which originated in that room.I remember I went through this phase of moving furniture around. I wanted to change myself, but instead thought it would be easier to change my environment. I remember totally ripping down my little mermaid posters, my parents spending the weekend putting a rose border wall paper up in my room. I remember moving out of he room my brother and I shared and into my own room at age six (I think it was six anyway). I remember the last night I spent in there before college and the first night I spent back at home after graduating. Both were nights of tossing and turning. I remember deciding it was time to be out on my own again. Now I realized 2 years after moving out, my room, doesn’t feel like mine anymore. It’s basically a storage room of memories. I think it’s time for new ones to be made in that room.
EHH, I’m just a lazy bum and will want to nap instead of clean
Time to work on my take home final!
Happy Labor Day!!
Random thoughts for today:
1. My legs hurt. I only did 2 miles yesterday. hmm. not impressed with myself so much right now.
2. Trader Joe’s has a reduced calories “Primavera Pizza” 250 calories and loaded with veggies! I bought three. One note: too much garlic!
3. Pumpkin spice lattes are back! I have flashbacks to college, sitting in Starbucks with the roomies and studying our butts off. Ahh, good times.
4. School was rough yesterday. Just one more week! I can do it!
5. I have an oral exam Friday for my psychopathology class and must study. oy. Personality disorders have not been good to me this quarter. Axis one disorders were much easier for me for some reason!
6. I have some cool people in my life. That is all.
7. As I am drinking my pumpkin spice latte I realize that my sweet tooth has either changed or I’ve killed or revived some taste buds – This thing is super sweet! I’m going to opt for a tall one from now on. If I can afford it. These things are treats. Four dollars a pop is just too much. No wonder I was always looking for change to pay for these guys in college!
8. I am doing Turbo Fire today. and I’m a little scared. haha.
9. Last night both of my roomies were home and it was nice even though one looked like he was on the brink of death from so much fun over the weekend and the other spent most of the time in the garage, trying to fix the garage door opener. I had wine and watched the David Hasselhoff. Gosh, we all sound so awesome don’t we?
10. I am procrastinating. I need to do Turbo Fire and instead I am writing. Here we go!
Until later friends!
So yesterday, I slept too much, had the worst headache and felt flushed the whole day. Nope, not hung over. I really started freaking myself out! At the beginning of the year, for about a three-month span, I was sick. REALLY sick. I used up all of my sick days and then some at work, I had even less of a social life, and made friends with my pillow. I went to the doctor at least once every few weeks and kept getting different answers. I was told it was just a cold, I was overreacting, I must have a sore throat, strep throat, an infection, an ear infection. They gave me anti-inflammatory meds and antibiotics. I actually wrote down a list of symptoms (and yes it was long) and the doctor I was seeing tore it from my hands and told me to pick three. She reminded me it was a 15 minute appointment. I was majorly fatigued and had a severely sore throat with swollen glands for almost 2 months at that point. I asked if I could have mono. The doctor rolled her eyes and tested me because I asked. I tested negative. I felt dumb. But I knew something was wrong. The doctor that told me I had an ear infection gave me antibiotics and the day after my last dosage, I woe up with rashes all over me. It was like a horror movie. I may have screamed a little bit.
I was watching The Golden Girls one day when I was home sick, and Dorothy was sick too. She went from doctor to doctor and was told she was fine. It turns out she had the Epstein Barr Virus (now I think they would give her the diagnosis of chronic fatigue syndrome). I cried. I felt like that. I ended up going back to the doctor – a different one, with a better attitude and she tested me again for mono. I tested negative – again. She felt the same way I did and got more blood tests done. I had the Epstein Barr virus. Damn, The Golden Girls had tried to tell me something. haha. It was a really weird coincidence though, wasn’t it? After some more rest and a nice dose of Prednisone (I did not want to take it, as my nonna took it and I knew it was a steroid), I felt better. By the time the doctor figured it out, I was feeling better. Within 2 weeks, my swollen glands, the sore throat, and the head aches subsided, but the fatigue stayed with me for a while. By the end of March, I was just about as good as new.
Other than my ED, this was the most isolating experience of my life. I was so sad. I had a good pal, in my friend Thor. She’s a complete germaphobe (I can be too, no judgment ) but she stuck with me. She and her dad (who’s a doctor) would be like, “You have a fever? Do this!” I cannot tell you how helpful that was. My mom and I cried one day. I was so sick and she couldn’t do anything to help. We both felt useless I think. I appreciate her letting me cry and giving me the space to do that. The chicken soup didn’t hurt either. At work and at home I kept everyone at a distance. It was a pretty ugly time.
On a positive note, the whole thing helped me to get back to my gut. For years, I didn’t or couldn’t trust my gut. I always felt that my feeling were wrong( I think a lot of people with an ED suffer from this). For the first time in a while I KNEW something was wrong.
Why am I telling you all of this?
Yesterday, the neurotic in me came out. Not feeling well gave me flashbacks to those moments. Waking up this morning and feeling good was just the biggest blessing! I think I needed the reminder that I am a lucky duck. I cannot take my body for granted. I am off to the gym to work out some of that left over anxiety, but I seriously feel like yesterday was some kind of kick in the butt from the universe to get it together and take better care of myself. So I am going to do just that!
As I’ve written about before, I love my nonna’s cooing. So I compiled a list of meals she made that make me think of her and home. Yesterday, I hightailed it to my mom’s house with a whole chicken, russet potatoes, carrots, asparagus, broccoli and zucchini. I originally planned to make this on my own, but that dang whole chicken scared me! My mom is only second to the nonna when it comes to cooking, so I knew she would be a good teacher! Nonna loved herself some olive oil; my mom goes a little lighter on the stuff, which is healthier and still delicious, but nonna’s chicken and potatoes would be GOLDEN from her use of it. Yum!
Nonna used to make chicken and potatoes in her old school, noise making, outlet burning, convection oven. The skin was crispy and the meat moist. The potatoes were firm and crusty, sprinkled with rosemary, salt and pepper. It was kind of like an anytime meal. She made it for every season.
So obviously, I didn’t want to butcher this. That’s when my mama entered the mix!
We started with potatoes and carrots. I now wish we did more carrots because they were AMAZING! Note to self: roast carrots more often!
Nonna always did her chicken and potatoes together, but my mom wanted to use a rack for the chicken, so we did them separately. Still good!
We spread them out of one of nonna’s old roasted pans! We added some paprika to the mix. We preheated the oven to 375 degrees and let them cook for 25 minutes. Note turn those guys over! I was in charge of that, and let’s just say they were extra crispy.haha.
While those guys were cooking we prepped some zucchini, broccolini and asparagus. These were in the oven longer d we actually took them out in stages. The broccolini only took 20 minutes, while the asparagus took more like 25-30. We ended up leaving the zucchini in there to get all firmed up.
look at all that GREEN!
and then there was the chicken!
My mom took the helm on this guy. This cooked for about an hour and a half on 350-375. It literally fell off the bone after. The chicken was (is- I have sooo much chicken!) so moist. Love! We use lemon(there was half of one in the chicken and half of one’s juice on the chicken), garlic, salt, pepper, paprika and extra virgin olive oil!
My mom cut the chicken up for me and sent me on my way. This was definitely a mama-helmed meal, but I helped!
And now I have meals for days!
I’m on Fire!
TurboFire that is! After reading about The Fitnessista’s experience, I knew I had to try it! Of course, I am not where near being a personal trainer and I think at times in my life I have been a personal trainer’s nightmare (ha!) I know I need to spice things up. What’s great about TurboFire is that if you aren’t ready for the High Intensity Interval Training (that would be me!), they have a prep schedule. I put it on the back of my door to remind me to do it! haha.
Day one was really intense! I definitely felt the burn from the kickboxing and speed work the next day! I also like that they had a 10 minute stretch afterward as I always skip it and will totally injure myself if I don’t stretch! It kind of gave me flashbacks to Tae Bo! Wayyyy back in the day I was a Tae Bo junkie. Billy Blanks was my boo one minute and the next I swore I would kill him! I was fit though, so even though his yelling made me crazy, I dealt with it. I really do like the gym if for nothing other than the change of pace and the treadmill, but as for classes I’m less impressed. I have no attention span and get super self-conscious in classes. I would rather be in my room laughing at myself in the mirror, attempting to keep up!
I forget that I CAN be flipping fierce. I also forgot how much energy I have when I workout. Like with almost everything I do, the anticipation of things is what gets to me. This works in pretty much every facet of my life. That tests is going to be sooo hard! I am going to be in pain and out of breath when push myself to work out! What if I look dumb wearing that? yikes. I do believe the phrase “getting in your own way” was created for me! I’m figuring it out though. That’s all we can do, right?
In other news, Old Country Cooking Part II will go down tomorrow! Due to the salmonella scare, even though I bought eggs, I may put the frittata idea to rest for the week and do a roasted chicken with potatoes and veggies. There is something about roasting a whole chicken that totally intimidates me! I have to just do it!
Have a great day guys!
My lunch/dinner (Linner as I like to call it) was a complete success!
I used what I had available…
Here’s the recipe I used. Do what feels right for you
1-2 cloves of garlic
1 shallot (or a small onion – your choice)
1 can diced tomatoes
1/2 cup tomato purée or sauce
2 tablespoons olive oil
Red pepper and salt to taste
I began with sweating some garlic and shallot in the olive oil
As they began to turn a golden color I added the can of diced tomatoes
Then I added the 1/2 cup of the tomato purée, red pepper and salt. It needed about 10 minutes so….
I salted some water (Nonna always did that… it seasons the green beans?) and after it came to a boil I added these bad boys
Meanwhile the tomato sauce simmered…
So pretty. I could not wait to eat!
ta da! It wouldn’t be complete without a little cheese!
This was so easy! And I don’t mean to toot my own horn here, but it tasted soooooo good. If you don’t think you’re a fan of green beans, try them this way!
Old country cooking success #1