In relation to my earlier post — I’m still watching Full House and this just happened. I completely forgot about this whole thing until now, but as a small child, I’m pretty sure this was one of my favorite episodes…of any TV show ever.
Get it, Stamos. Get it.
I’m sitting alone in my condo watching DJ Tanner explain to Kimmy Gibbler that she’s going to convince her dad — via a delicious Spanish meal — to let her study abroad in Spain. It’s a fitting episode of Full House given my little, lonely supper: a frozen enchilada TV dinner. What a coincidence!
As you can see from the picture, this TV dinner doesn’t quite live up to the expectations set forth on its box — but, it more than surpassed my expectations. Not only was it pretty darn tasty (I mean, cheese people. What’s not to like?), but it was incredibly filling, especially given it only cost me 200-some calories an 18 grams of carbs.
So, long story short, if you’re ever in the mood for a quick, easy dinner, try a meal from little ol’ Amy’s Kitchen. Amy, whoever she is, makes a variety of dinners — typically of Indian and Mexican cuisines — using minimal and all-natural ingredients. Plus, every one of them is vegetarian and gluten-free (if that’s you’re sort of thing) and void of GMOs. I’ve only tried two or three other varieties, but they’ve all been exceptionally good.
Okay, enough of that weird, random plug. There’s just not too much to report over here, I guess. I had another solid day, without an ounce of sweets. Actually, I sadly didn’t eat much today at all — just that TV dinner and some roasted chicken and potatoes for lunch. What a snoozefest, huh?
Oh! But, I did get a kick out of my spunky outfit. So, here’s a picture of that and a mess of frizzy hair. Can you tell from my face that I was paranoid that someone was going to walk in and catch me taking pictures of myself?
Okay that’s it! Onward with life.
Well, folks, day one (officially) of my sweet-treat detox was a smashing success. It wasn’t the healthiest of days—here’s looking at you, sweet potato fries—but overall, the day was not too shabby. And what really matters is that I did not give into my sweet cravings…even when faced with 1) a paczki; and 2) a giant skillet-cooked chocolate chip cookie. Let me repeat that: I was offered a big, fat donut and an ooey, gooey chocolate chip cookie the size of a cast-iron skillet, and yet, I opted to stay clean (dramatic much?). Small steps, people. Small steps.
In any case, if you’re into pictures of food, read on for some truly titillating coverage of everything I ate today:
A “salad” of feta cheese, turkey, beets, bell peper, and thousand island dressing
Obligatory kale chips because I’m a ~healthy eater~
Apple and “bread cheese” as a pre-dinner snack (typical). Note: I shared this with Tristan.
A big, fat farmers salad (chicken, tomoatoes, goat cheese, avocado, etc) from a little place called Standard Market Grill here in Lincoln Park.
The aforementioned sweet potato fries, which I split three ways with Tristan and my sister.
I’ve gone on a sweet-treat detox, y’all. That’s right, I said it—a sweet-treat detox. What does that mean? I have no idea, because I just made it up two seconds ago, and it’s not a real thing.
That said, here’s my half-baked plan:
- Mission statement: I will not eat a single sweat treat until April 20 (Easter).
- What is a ~sweet treat~?: I’m defining this whimsical term as anything that one might consider a “dessert.” So, no candy, no cake, no cookies, no chocolate, and so on. By the way, do all of life’s glorious things start with a ‘c’? (Edit: I just remembered Academy Award Winner Mathew McConaughey starts with an ‘a.’)
- Why am I doing this to myself?: Because I eat too much sugar. It’s that simple. A normal adult female should not consume a candy bar (or three candy bars) every single day of her life. It’s just not right!
- End Goal: To curb my sweet tooth. I will never completely cut my beloved sweet treats out of my diet, but it would be nice to not have such a strong ~dependence~ on them.
Though I’m posting this today—and calling it “day 1”— I technically started this on Saturday, and I haven’t had a sweet treat since then—which is pretty damn impressive for me. I’m wishing and praying and hoping it only gets easier from here.
Anyone else want to join me? We can send each other pictures of our Greek yogurt and pretend it’s ice cream together. Anyone? Either way, feel free to follow my progress, as I’ll probably make daily updates about this because, lettuce be honest, the struggle is real.
I came across this Cadillac ad that seems to have stirred quite a bit of controversy—or, at the very least, conversation—and I’m curious as to how others feel about it. In a nutshell, the ad glorifies our work-hard-buy-more culture in a way that is, to me, pretty laughable. The commercial features a man overlooking a beautiful pool, strolling through what I can only assume is Barbie’s dream house, and then settling into his $75,000 Cadillac, all while explaining that “we” (as in ALL Americans) have these things because we work hard for them. That is, we work hard for them, unlike other, lazier countries.
This ad upsets me on so many levels. The ethnocentrism, for one, makes me cringe. Moreover, I’m bothered by the blanket assumption that Americans who work hard are rewarded with a charmed life sponsored by a disposable income. There are far too many people working themselves to the bone every day below the living wage mark for that message, in my opinion, to resonate with a wide audience.
But that’s just it, isn’t it? Cadillac doesn’t necessarily need to appeal to a wide audience. They’re targeting folks who not only dream of the $75,000 car, but who can actually afford to buy it….which brings me to my question—is this an effective ad, given the target audience? Or, is too elitist for even the elite? Can folks outside of Cadillac’s core demographic relate to or feel inspired by the ad? Or, is it too ostracizing for even the dreamers among us? I’m genuinely asking these questions to everyone who reads this post. What’s your take?
It occurred to me a few weeks ago that the Shamrock Shuffle—arguably the “first” race of the season here in Chicago—is right around the corner. Come March 30, I’ll be shuffling my way through five miles of city block alongside 40,000 or so other running folk. I ran the race last year, and while I don’t remember what I did to train for it, I gotta believe it’s more than I’ve been doing this year.
That said, I did hit the gym last night for the first time in weeks, maybe months. Stepping off the elevator and into the sea of cardio machines, I was admittedly nervous. It’s silly really, but I was nervous I would hop on the treadmill and, like so many times before, end up running for 3 minutes and walking for 15 before calling it a day. It’s not that I can’t run (see some older posts here for proof), it’s that I haven’t bothered to run in ages, so I’m a little really out of practice (if that’s even possible).
So, as I changed into my workout gear, I came up with a plan: I’d warm up for five minutes with a brisk walk, run one mile, walk two minutes—rinse and repeat until I hit the three-mile mark. Easy enough, right?
Well, guess what ol’ bloggy! I started off by following the plan, but by the time I finished the first mile, I didn’t feel like walking. Nope, and I didn’t feel like walking after the second one either. Long story short: I ran the full three miles in approximately 29:30—a smidge faster than my typical average pace.
In total, my workout was 40 minutes and around 3.8 miles. Here’s the breakdown:
In sum, Go Me!
Re: yesterday’s post about how “I have nothing to write about whine whine sob sob”—forget it. I have plenty to write about, I’m just too ~in the moment~ to actually sit down and do it. For example, I had a wonderful weekend chockfull of Garrett’s popcorn, Kevin Hart, and sangria. Sure, I threw up the sangria, but still it was a pretty darn good end to the week. And THAT’s what I need to be writing about—my gosh darn life, dangnabbit! I mean, at the end of the day, this blog is not only about me, it’s for me. I don’t have readership here, and I’m not really looking for it. Don’t get me wrong, I welcome anyone who stumbles upon this thing to have a seat and stick around, but I’m not sharing the link on Facebook, and I’m not emailing it out to my intimate circle of friends (i.e. my mom and dad). In fact, no one I know even knows this url as far as I know (should I say “know” again?).
Long story short—this blog is a storage unit. It’s a convenient place to keep my thoughts, and more importantly, my memories. It’s so easy to recall and relish the memories of “events” in our lives—the big things that happen, the exciting things we do, the places we see, the people we meet etc.. But what happens to the everyday hubbub? Where do the little things—the instances that bring me so much joy day in and day out—end up?
From now on, they’ll live on this blog.