Once again, another marvelous day has come to an end. I’m a bit surprised at what good luck I’ve had these last two days. Typically, my mood swings all over the map with ED thoughts ebbing in and out of my head. But not so much lately.
And I must say, I have no complaints.
When I woke up at 9:30 A.M., the house was empty. The house was empty and desolate except for a young man playing ‘Ghostbusters’ on his playstation and two cats. One of those cats lay on my head.
“WHAT!” I cried out, unhappy that the first thing I felt in the morning was a wad of Sanura’s fur in my mouth. <—uncomfortable.
I forgave my cat and cuddled with her for about fifteen minutes, before I escaped to the kitchen to whip up some breakfast.
Tapping into my inner rebel, I chose to diverge from my beloved oatmeal and gingered up the morning with a small feast:
2 slices of toasted hemp bread slathered with Smart Balance, a mozzarella string cheese, Oikos with cranberries, half a chopped apple, and a kiwi with a comforting mug of hot chocolate.
After breakfast, I read up on many blogs… with my booty on a chair… most of the time. I personally think I did really well today with trying be seated more and existing as the “couch potato” my nutritionist wants me to be. She insists that it is crucial that ballet be the only exercise I get in a day, but ED wishes I could do more.
But what ED says is irrelevant, because his opinion doesn’t cut any ice.
Lets gang up on ED and taunt him together, shall we?
ED, You are a scum sucking, brat faced jerk. No one gives a rat’s a** about what you have to say or order us to do. We are the writers of our own stories, not you.
Don’t you feel great!? In this case, bullying does make us feel better about ourselves.
Okay, I couldn’t resist. I had to have some oats.
Originally I wanted to make Mitri’s “3 C’s Oats” to a T, but couldn’t find my bag of carob chips anywhere at the last minute. After throwing a small tantrum due to heart break, I remembered my dear Maggie’s vanilla protein oats and decided to hook up her oats with Mitri’s so that they could make a tasty baby:
1 packet of oatmeal cooked in coconut milk & vanilla whey protein powder, 1/4 c. cottage cheese, shredded coconut, and crushed almonds.
On the side of their delicious offspring, I had carrots and hummus.
I was really impressed with the flavor of this protein powder. It reminded me of a french vanilla crisp Pria Bar, which I used to LOVE to death and swear on. What I especially loved about this protein powder was that it was free from Betsy’s Health Food.
When lunch was over, I discovered a video that my beautiful Maya recorded for me on Facebook. It made my entire day! That girl is so sweet and I love her to bits, so I made her a silly little video in response.
When snack time jumped out at me from around the corner, I prepared a petite peanut butter sandwich on cinnamon raison Ezekiel Bread with blueberries and a glass of soy milk.
Ballet/Nutcracker rehearsal was psychotic. We did class until 7, and I’d planned on staying for the Waltz of the Snowflakes rehearsal until 8:15. All of a sudden, my stressed out instructor told us Snowflakes was cancelled tonight but that we would be working on Act I Angels instead after the party scene.
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OKAY, so I took a seat and watched children, dolls, and mice parade around the studio as though they were at a party or something (:p). Then, I find out I have to stay until 9 P.M. and literally run to the supermarket across the street to pick up a Clif Builders Bar because clearly, I would not be eating dinner at an appropriate time.
Once I returned to the studio and gobbled up my chocolate Builders Bar, my instructor nonchalantly informed me that I could go home because we would not be rehearsing Angels anymore. Argh. This always seems to happen!
Regardless of how nettlesome the situation was, I am very proud of myself for the flexibility I demonstrated tonight. It just goes to show that ED can’t control me! And the dinner that I prepared when I got home was fantastic:
3/4 c. couscous, butternut squash, green beans, almond butter, and maple syrup seasoned with nutmeg, pumpkin pie spice, cinnamon, and salt.
UTTER HEAVEN.
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I just finished skyping with mother, who happens to be upstairs, and am now consuming a ginger snap Larabar with milk in order to meet my calorie goals. ED tried to pull the “you had a late dinner and aren’t hungry” card on me, but I showed him who’s boss: ME.
Before I express my goodnight wishes, I’d like to share today’s truth to celebrate Maggie’s Truth Week: I really do believe that I have it in me to rebel against this disorder and am shocked that I have found it difficult in the past because I, Karina Pinzon, was kicked out of preschool due to unruly behavior. Back in the day, when I first began preschool, there was this little curly-haired redhead boy hair I would always pull. Hard. When the teacher put me in time out and took my toy away, I told her off. Bad.
Well, off to bed I go, beautiful people. Goodnight!
“………….Tra poco si parlerà del NO BERLUSCONI DAY, destinato a passare alla storia come il primo evento italiano organizzato dal popolo della rete. Per molti di noi è come fare un salto indietro di 30 anni: una sala piccola, con tante facce giovani, la voglia di discutere , di scegliere , di contribuire a dare una svolta alla politica di questo Paese. Comincia a parlare Massimo Malerba , portavoce del comitato organizzativo. 
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