What, I drop that mega-post on you and then I just disappear? Sorry about that! I was in a terrible mood yesterday and it just didn’t seem right to subject anyone but the husband to me. Plus, I was actually in such a terrible mood that I couldn’t even get it together to make dinner so there wasn’t a whole lot of foodage going on.
A lot of times a bad day is just about a bad mood, and even though I know that I still couldn’t shake my rain cloud yesterday. possibly because I had to get up at 6:30 on a Friday. I rolled out of bed early, but on the wrong side of the bed!
I had to get up early to attend a meeting about an honor society I was invited to because of my summer school grades. What I didn’t learn until after the 7:15am meeting is that I’m actually not eligible until after a 3rd semester at my school.
The minute we left the meeting I was starving. Not just hungry, stomach-growling, headachey, starving. Nothing was open until 8:30. I buy a medium coffee with skim milk.
I wait. I get really psyched about an oatmeal bar in the food court. It turns out a bunch of people called in sick and actually nothing is open. I could go get food from the coffee place though. I know it doesn’t make sense to some people, but I get more picky as I get hungrier. If my stomach feels like it’s eating itself I want something good; I don’t want a dried out bagel or a mass-produced croissant.
I ended up wandering around campus for 1.5hours in futile search, getting hungrier by the minute. Finally, minutes before class, I found this cup of grapes.
The grapes lifted my mood considerably. But then in class I learned that the portfolio assignment due next week has to be turned in in an actual portfolio. An actual expensive portfolio. I’m sorry, I realize it’s not exactly cool that I have to budget for a binder, but it pisses me off that I’ve had to spend so much money on school supplies this semester.
After my 2hour class I went straight to a group meeting for a project. We didn’t finish until it was time for Orgo, good thing I had eaten those grapes!
I had absolutely no understanding of what we were talking about in Orgo. None. I started freaking out about the next test, and being super angry with myself that I let myself get behind on the reading. By the time Anatomy was done I just wanted the day to be over. I didn’t even go to the gym as planned, I just went home. Sidenote – I do realize that the gym would have certainly lifted my spirits, but I was still starving.
The plan was to refill the bowl with some food-food as soon as I was done. Yeah, about that; I never got off the couch! I just let my bad mood spiral out of control. Not doing any errands, or doing anything fun, certainly didn’t make me feel better and it just got worse and worse.
This morning I was determined to have a good day. Really, it’s all about attitude. When the alarm went off at 7:40 I read a magazine in bed before getting up. I took a much-needed shower. I cleaned the apartment – that one’s not actually that fun, but the mess was stressing me out.
I made a healthy, tasty breakfast.
A serving of Special K Red Berries with skim milk,
and some leftover fruit (papaya, mango, grapes, watermelon) I brought home from food lab.
Adam and I went on errands and took care of business (including buying that portfolio!). When we got groceries we also got smile-inducing hot bar and a diet pop.
Who doesn’t love hot bar?
A bunch of green beans with a little bit of eggplant tomato salad,
cashew chicken with a tiny bit of fried chicken,
To round out the good mood vibes, I got a fun package from my parents. With seasonal gifts.
And “the pants.”
Some background on the pants – When Adam was a freshman in college (I was a sophomore) his mom sent him a great pair of pajama pants. They were super comfortable and I borrowed them often. As time went on I eventually just stole them. I was wearing the pants the Christmas morning that Adam proposed. I wore them through recovery from all my various injuries. The pants are the item I would save if the house was on fire.
The pants have been getting thin (they are old and I wear them a LOT). I hardly ever wash them, and my mom has done many minor repairs. Well, a few weeks ago I tore a huge hole through the left knee. I sent my mom the pants in tears. She rocks, and now I guess they are “the capris.”
Adam and I love it.
I guess the point of the very long, whine-filled post is that today is a better day. It always is. And this took me so long to write that I took a snack break and ate a Brown Cow 0% Strawberry Greek Yogurt with homemade chocolate pb.