Being the ever-economical college student that I am, I opted to get some new oats from the bag-your-own bins at the grocery store. Great idea, right?
Yeah, well it was a good idea in that it was a cheaper option and I even like the chewier texture of the oats. The downside, though, is that they don’t seem to absorb liquid the same way that my Old Fashioned Quaker Oats do. Therefore, my standard “one part oats to two parts water” method is leaving me with what is best described as oatmeal soup.
Consumed: 1/3 C oats cooked with 2/3 C water and a little cinnamon and vanilla. Then, some water was drained and oatmeal was mixed with half a frozen banana and a spoonful of chocolate sunflower seed butter. Topped with a little granola.
I’m really not complaining though, because I’ve never meet a bowl of oatmeal I didn’t like!
Fueled up, I was ready to take off for a full day of classes — Except the day didn’t turn out to be quite as full as I originally expected. Here’s the thing, when I enrolled in classes last semester I was not engaged. Now, as I’m realizing the effort it takes to plan a wedding, I’m also realizing the class schedule I originally set up is a little unrealistic. To deal with that, I ended up swapping my international journalism class, which was an elective, for a one credit hour class on half-marathon training.
In the past, this kind of decision would have really freaked me out. I would have thought about how “bad” this would look, how “lazy” I would seem or how “unmotivated” it would make me appear. Now, though, I’m throwing those worries about what other people may look aside and am just focusing on what I know is right for myself.
With all those realizations taking place in the morning, I was surprisingly hungry by the time lunch rolled around.
Consumed: One Flat Out wrap with hummus, lettuce and a little cheese. Plus an orange, a non-fat yogurt and a chocolate-orange cookies on the side.
The food was good and everything, but I was dorkily most excited about my new little lunch bag!
Whereas I would have originally gone until 7 o’clock with my international journalism class, I ended up getting out of school just after 2 o’clock. Not only did that give me some great free time, but it also allowed me to meet up with Dan for a workout at the recreation center.
Rather than hop straight on the treadmill, I took advantage of the recreation center’s fantastic quarter-mile indoor track. I pounded out a couple slow miles while zoning out to my iPod. Perfection.
Fast-forwarding through a lot of boringness, I was ready for dinner.
For the easy sweet potato fries, I just sliced the potato into similarly sized sections. Then, I tossed it all with ~1 t olive oil, a little sea salt and pepper. Then, I spread it on a foil-lined baking sheet and baked them in a 450 degree oven for 15 minutes, flipping them up midway.
For the stir-fry, I just cooked up a freezer bag of steamed vegetables, then tossed it with a sauce of ~1 t soy sauce, ~1/2 T teriyaki sauce, ~1 T peanut flour and a little water.
Simple, healthful deliciousness. Seriously, there is no need for McDonald’s if you just take the few minutes to prepare this!
I capped off the night with a very little bit left in my chocolate Moose Tracks container. Sad to see it go, but just means I get to choose a new ice cream. (Don’t be surprised if it’s more Moose Tracks. Love that stuff!)
Friday Fragments: With all this wedding business, it’s been a while since I’ve done a “Friday Fragment.” But, when I was skimming an edition of “More” magazine while I was waiting in the doctor’s office this week, I was struck by something that I really wanted to bring up…
The article of interest was titled, “Showdown at the Biggest Loser Camp,” so I was logically expecting the author to be a woman who had dealt with serious weight problems throughout her life…
Au contraire, the woman had a BMI of 20.9 and began by saying she’d been obsessed with her weight for her entire life.
Most disgustingly, she referred to a short battle with anorexia as fashionable, saying:
“I’m 44 and I’ve done Atkins, a self-invented banana–Diet Coke regimen and, in the 1980s, even a brief brush with anorexia (which wasn’t so great but at least was au courant)…”
Interestingly, the woman was joined at the camp by her super competitive, similarly skinny mother and sister. Apparently, they had an ongoing, unspoken battle to be the most “in shape” — Although I just read it as being an ongoing, unspoken battle to break each others’ self-confidence down.
Jumping to the end of the painful to read seven-day journey, the author came out with what she described as a whole new perspective. I just read it as another layer of obsession:
“Now, none of us can stand to eat junk or feed it to our families. We also can’t go two days without exercising because it not only makes us feel physically energized but also does something very good and intense to our brains.”
Freaking out about food? Having to workout every day? Yeah, that’s not quite a good thing.
Really, though, the thing that struck me and pained me most of the whole article was that it was written by a 44-year-old woman. Forty-four years as a self-critical, negative woman is just sad…
What do you think?