Know how they say a picture is worth a thousand words?
If that is the case, then these “thousand words” are enough to completely summarize my life at this point.
I mean, give me a cot and I’d call it home. The glow of the computers would even make good night-lights.
Ok, maybe I’m being a little melodramatic. (Shocking, right?)
In fact, my morning started off on a refreshingly semi-leisurely pace. My excitement about this was only amplified by the amazing breakfast awaiting me…
Consumed: Overnight oats with vanilla yogurt, oats, chia seeds, frozen blueberries and 1/2 banana. Topped in the morning with a scoop of Raspberry Galaxy Granola and a spoonful of PB.
Aside from my oats being particularly patriotic, they were also particularly delicious, something that I attribute to the great texture contrast.
Side Note: I am an absolute nut about texture. I need some kind of crunch in things! This passion is so intense that I’ve even been known to pass on ice cream if there isn’t something crunchy in it. For that same reason, it goes without saying that all of my PB is of the extra crunchy variety!
As per usual, the morning was spent in class… Honors Western Civilizations, to be specific. And, let me tell you, Ancient Greece has never been so thrilling. (Did that sound convincing?)
I literally (and I use that word with extreme caution, thanks to editing) ran to the newsroom to write my brief. Then, I sprinted another hill over for a quick consultation with my doctor.
As expected, my lab results from the other day indicated that I am anemic.
The good news is that this has a pretty easy fix; All I have to do is pop a few iron supplements.
The bad news is that, according to my doctor and pharmacist-in-training boyfriend, the supplement can do a little number on my stomach. Apparently, straight-up iron is not easily metabolized.
However, in this case, the pros definitely outweigh the cons. These past few weeks, I’ve been abnormally tired, sluggish and slow in my workouts. With school starting up and half-marathon training in full swing, this has resulted in a lot of frustration.
If all it takes to get back to being “myself” are a few days of upset stomachs, then that’s something I can deal with.
Any who, I did have enough energy to do my necessary sprint from the doctor’s office back to the newsroom. I made it back just in time for the noon newscast. If anyone asks, the glisten on my cheeks is from blush, not sweat.
Then it was time for my favorite part of the noon-hour…
Truth be told, I took my morning at a little too leisurely of a pace. Therefore, I was rushed in making lunch and ended up throwing together whatever was on hand. Regardless it still turned out really good. It’s just hard to go wrong with salad.
While I was eating my junk-yard salad, the real star of the show was chilling in the newsroom freezer…
A new-to-me apple cinnamon flavored Raw Revolution bar. The bars are good at room temperature, but the real key is to eat them cold. I threw this one in the freezer somewhere between sprinting from class to the doctor’s. About one hour later, it was good to go.
After another class (ask me anything about China from “Mao to now,” I dare you…) I was able to spare a bit of time with Dan. What began as an insightful Dr. Phil investigation into dysfunctional families quickly turned into an unplanned nap on the couch. Whoops.
Fortunately, I woke up in time to go by home and grab a “this needs to be quick” snack.
Consumed: Cottage cheese, unsweetened apple sauce, drizzle of Agave nectar and crumbled apple and bran bar.
This was actually eaten in the process of running around the kitchen, throwing together my dinner to-go.
I did a quick mental scan (Dinner? Check. Homework? Check. Laptop? Check. Patience? err…) and made it out the door to the newsroom for my long-editing shift in record time.
A few perfected stories and Laffy Taffy wrapper jokes later, I was ready for an excuse to get away from my computer dinner.
For something thrown together offhandedly and distractedly, this was actually top of the line. Extra sweetness was provided by an apple on the side.
By the time that my normal bedtime rolled around and I had to accept I’d be in the newsroom for another four hours, I decided to pop some popcorn.
Oh, yeah, this stuff is good.
And that, give or take four more hours of copy editing, was my night.
Questions: What kind of food texture do you like? Do you have any favorite jokes?
As mentioned, I’m all for crunch. For jokes, I have to go with the classic “Why don’t seagulls live over the bay?” (First one to answer wins my admiration.)