lele lurves leftovers

I like my breakfast bowl and my tea mug to be about the same size.

And I refill the tea mug.

I hope none of my coworkers think my extremely frequent bathroom trips are the sign of a cocaine addition or something.

  

More precooked apple oats for the week. Homeless apples, oats, milk, flax, cinnamon. Plus almonds, all mixed in so it looks like baby food.

 

Took a sick day due to the allergy stuff/stomach bug that (knock on wood) seems to’ve passed. Delightfully, I already had, ready to made and perfect for a sick person

 

And (leftover) homemade bread. Rounded out with smiley mug, always there to cheer me when sick.

Smiley mug contained, yes this blog IS extremely repetitive, plain Greek yogurt and applesauce. It is delicious and, I am sure, highly therapeutic.

 

Didn’t have any afternoon snack… just pulled my sorry self together to go to class (Diet Coke helped a lot).

Returned home and was, despite no afternoon snack, weirdly un-hungry. So I watched TV (?!??! I NEVER watch TV) and The Biggest Loser was on (a show I have like… never seen ever?!?!) but I was delighted to see them raising funds for Feeding America. Spot on, Biggest Loser.

And then figured it was like 9 at night and I hadn’t eaten since lunch.

So the randomest dinner of the year award goes tooooooo….

 

Leftover fish and rice (not a full enough portion to be dinner.)

What I really wanted (and honestly, what I’d probably eat for every meal if given the chance): bread and nuts.

Virtuous kale:

And for dessert, the last of a peanut butter jar.

I’ve explained oats in a jar to my mom but she still scrapes them down to the bottom… and then leaves them in the fridge.

Oats in a jar… it isn’t, like, oh, this will be fun to eat oats from a cylindrical container. It’s supposed to be because there’s still nut butter in it. To flavor your oatmeal. Like, an adequate amount.

So, anyway, having not gotten this point across this contained, oh, half a teaspoon. A nice palate cleanser.

 

And then it was bedtime and I wanted some nice carbs, so I had this bread.

Which was sort of too energizing and I didn’t get to sleep. C’est la vie. It tasted wonderful, anyway.

Yes, you’ve seen this breakfast before. (Though this time you get a view of the giant cat on my giant mug. I am such a cliche.)

In my defense, my mother also eats the same breakfast most every morning: she sits at the table with matzoh crackers and smears them with tons and tons of peanut (or almond butter), usually with jam, too.

I don’t get it. I think matzoh crackers are flavorless and bland. And yes this is passover week but we aren’t Jewish. Anyway. We are both creatures of habit.

In more exciting news, LOOK WHAT AMY GOT ME.

 

Regular readers will know that I work at a food bank, and part of my job is packing food in boxes in our warehouse. Morning packing is MUCH more fun when accompanied by music, and we’ve been known to play 90s boy bands in the past, but I was disappointed that Amy’s iPod contained no Spice Girls.

Welllllll, star thrift store shopper Amy amended that, then gave me the CD!

<3 <3 <3 Still have every song memorized.

I’ve been on a kick of having a half-citrus fruit around 10 or 11 at work. It’s perfect. I eat breakfast around 7:30 and lunch not til 12 or 1, so having that blood sugar booster with a hint of fiber keeps me happy til my next meal.

My next meal was eaten outside, on a beautiful day.

I mean, not the best view, but still outside.

On a picnic table! Also a slightly random meal, but included a lot of my favorite things.

Ants on a log! Well, logs.

Cottage cheese and strawberries!

Homemade brown Irish soda bread!

Salad… with hummus. Kind of a yawn. I ate it first and dutifully.

Went to the gym and had my first proper workout in awhile between sickness and allergies and so on. I worked out, then I ran into a friend and we started chatting about the Supreme Court debating health care, and then I was so RILED UP that I then ran sprints.

I should keep my heart as healthy as possible, since I am likely imminently uninsured x_x

Refueled with a smoothie. Look at my not-at-all precarious way of getting the extra liquid from the bottom of the blender out!

Because I am too lazy to dirty a spatula.

Also al fresco. Wow my deck looks absolutely lovely in this picture. I am increasing my typing speed to finish this post and go outside.

Dogwood is blooming CRAZY early.

In my foodbuzz swag cup. This had milk, frozen banana, peanut butter, and cinnamon (key!), whirred up with ice. Perfect after a workout. It was kinda late (5:30?) but I knew if I waited til dinner to eat I’d be super hangry and scarf, rather than enjoy, my meal.

Glad I did because I THOROUGHLY enjoyed Creamy Cajun Vegetable Pasta from Eat Run Write.

The dish included these awesome gigantic peppers Steve brought over.

The basic technique of the recipe is that you cook the vegetables til they’re blistery, seasoned with Cajun seasoning and meanwhile make a sauce with fire roasted tomatoes, garlic, and (surprise!) blended up tofu as kind of a cheese stand in. It made for a better taste and texture than my usual “dump it in a bowl” method, so I recommend it :D

Steve helps stir.

Blackening the veggies makes them awwwwwwwwwwwwwesome. Carrots (which cook perfectly) red onion, what should’ve been cherry tomatoes but the store was out so chopped up plum tomatoes, mushrooms, red peppers. Colorful and nutritious!

 

Also awwwwwwwwwwwwwwesome was the smell of the sauce.

The pureed tofu really did look like ricotta cheese…

 

… especially as you stirred it in!

My skillet was overflowing as I piled the veggies on top. An enjoyable challenge.

 

(is it bad that I’m proud of myself when my photo taken with an *actual camera* looks like one taken on Instagram? My skills are really lacking…)

I served it with whole wheat penne.

Thoroughly excellent combination. Thoroughly belly-packing. A bit drunk on carbs, I said “I have a pasta full of belly”, and Steve and I agreed Pasta Full of Belly would be a great restaurant name.

The only wish I had was that the individual veggie flavors shone a bit more… they all kinda blended into the (delicious) sauce.

I know the Volumetrics eating plan is getting a lot of attention these days (er, if you steal your coworker’s copy of Today’s Dietitian like I do), and I am a big fan. This is volume eater’s delight with lots of food and not a lot of calories.

After we ate, we relaxed with the paper for a bit while my cat BRAZENLY put the moves on Steve.

Told you she loved him.

mindfulness

Sometimes, simply going by your “this feels good” gut is not a good way to achieve well being.

Let’s look, for example, at Sheila. She’s normally a highly energetic individual who gets good sleep, solid exercise, and maintains a healthy weight. She’s got a very positive attitude and purrs a lot.

So why is she lying with her face on the food dish, looking lethargic and unhappy?

Because my uncle gave her some homegrown kitty weed for Christmas.

Yep, stoned out of her mind on catnip.

She ate up the good stuff from her dish… then licked the dish… then rubbed her face in the dish.

 

And then sat in my lap making creepy faces.

After the high wore off, she was listless and depressed for DAYS. This cat is usually high on life, bouncing around the house chewing on the heating vents (for some reason…), batting at insects, climbing into bags, rubbing herself against your legs, and generally being a picture of good health and happiness. Seeing her all catnip-hungover was just depressing.

The lesson here? All animals, the human ones included, have things that are positive to take into their body and things that are negative.

No more weed for Sheila!

I was not on drugs, nor have I ever been, but ever since my healthy eating brain reboot I have honestly felt like a different person than I was for many months. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had plenty of good experiences, and felt my fair share of happiness. But I feel a different kind of wellness, from the inside out, that is pretty amazing.

Thoughts on the mental snap that instituted my new well  being, in no particular order:

[feel free to skip over this as it’s highly self-reflective and thus probably highly irrelevant to people other than myself]

Prior to my big “Aha! I can eat mindfully!” moment on March 23, I must confess that on March 22 I went to the gym and weighed myself and then had to wrap up my workout and come home to cry. It was more than I had weighed in a very very very long time, and meant that I had gained 25 pounds since I moved home from college in January 2010. A few of which didn’t hurt at all (and I was sick of people telling me I was too skinny), and let the record state I am at a healthy BMI. But 25 pounds in such a short period of time (and a rather starting proportion since I started my job in September, and an extra startling proportion since adding classes to job in January) is indicative of unhealthy behavior, which is my larger concern.

Paradoxically, my scale-induced-horror seemed to calm me down. Back in the day, losing weight and keeping myself thin felt very very easy to me. I had parameters in which I operated (lotsa plants to keep me full, generally no sweets, no buying junk so it’s not around to tempt me, a set number of calories per day) and I didn’t spent a lot of time angsting over what I wasn’t eating.

For the past few months I’ve felt all this “if only” angst, that the circumstances that resulted in me losing so much weight in college was having my own apartment and being in control of my environment. The truth was, however, that I was in control of my head, and exercising my free will to eat what was good for me and not eat what wasn’t. And now I seem to’ve regained it, however that happened.

And it’s GREAT, because if your healthy eating is enabled by your head rather than your environment, I can appreciate my environment. Rather than my monklike college existence where I didn’t eat a lot of meals with other people, I continue to be social and enjoy going out to eat and just… stop at the appropriate moment, meaning when I experience relief of hunger, not when my stomach is stuffed and uncomfortable. And eat the food I know will make me feel good, not the food that is packed with sugar and fat.

Also, I must confess: perhaps the reason the healthy eating, and honestly just eating less began, was due to a bit of a stomach bug. I spent about… two years feeling seemingly RAVENOUS. In retrospect, I say with the cool of someone who’s had steady blood sugar for several days now (:D) it was due to my body being on a constant sugar spike and crash; eating food for stress relief and then, when that proved temporary, continuing; not knowing when it’d be fed next (due to guilt-induced meal skippage for previous offenses), etc. But at the time I just felt HUNGRY. And having my weirdo stomach bug (from which, knock on wood, I seem to’ve recovered) meant that I was less hungry. And I went, “Ooh, that breakfast satisfied me. And now I don’t have to eat or think about food anymore. That felt pretty great!”

Also, hormones may play a role: I’m starting an experiment next month to see if a change in prescriptions may have precipitated some of this weight gain/constant hunger. And I’ll (over?)share about that if it seems relevant.

[end personal rambling]

On that note, a few remaining pics from the old days. Yknow… more than a week ago :D

These were unsatisfying and gross looking and I don’t know why I made them except the idea of green baked goods for a Saint Patrick Day’s party was fun:

  

Meant to be chocolate cookies… but then there wasn’t enough batter and they weren’t sweet enough cause I tried this juice-sweetened thing… and then I put a sugar cookie layer on top to make it sweeter and dye it green but I didn’t follow a recipe and it was just okay… and then when they baked the green got pukey looking. Anyway. Not a win.

Steve made a gorgeous fruit salad, of which I ate a lot (though unsatisfyingly and kind of grossly a lot with my hands… oh, parties).

He mixed yogurt, honey, and green food coloring (gross) to make this amusing “Lepre-can topping”.

  Party was predictably excessive. Crunk cakes:

(rum in the red velvet cupcakes and in the icing)

… continuing on the Crunk theme:

That white pitcher was butterbeer, made by the very talented Jillian. SO delicious.

Jillian also made homemade stuffed crust pizza (!). With pears and bacon (!). She is pretty epic in the kitchen.

Check out her blog!

The crust was stuffed with Trader Joe’s goat brie with basil. I mean.

 

The party was too fun to take many pictures but here’s the general chaos towards the end of the evening (that pasta salad was also very good).

 

Annnnd a final lesson in portion control: even if that frozen yogurt is SO GOOD, SO SATISFYING, so INTRIGUINGLY TANGY AND YOGURT-Y (it’s worth getting it at a Korean bakery, fyi: totally different flavor!)

… if you get a giant cookie, you will eat a giant cookie.

These kind of portion control fails are what result in ridiculous things like this breakfast:

Tea (normal), a green smoothie (slightly weird but made acceptable for breakfast by banana within it and Cheerios atop)…

   

… and roasted cauliflower.

“Sorry, body! Here are some micronutrients!”