Archive for May, 2011
…I don’t. Well, I kinda do. But right now, it’s too darn hot out.
Isn’t it strange how it can be 90 degrees out, yet your office’s AC has you shivering at your desk all day? I still find this so strange.
I had a pretty great weekend despite Chicago’s gloomy, wet weather. I’ll post an update with details later tonight if I can get my butt in front of the computer.
I’m trying to set up the wireless router in my teeny tiny apartment so I can use my laptop somewhere else (cough cough… my bed) besides my awkwardly small couch, but I have no idea what I’m doing. Any tech savvy readers out there?
I just looked at some of my bills for this month and almost had a heart attack. Working for free for five months really set me back, credit card wise, so I have a lot of balances to pay off that will take who knows how long. I really need to cut back on the taxis and restaurants that I always seem to throw my money at…I suck at budgeting. Major sadface.
Still need to go to the gym. It’s getting a little ridiculous at this point. Amy, I’m counting on you for some motivation…
Hope you all had a great Memorial Day weekend!
Okay, not really, but I’m not the biggest fan of the dentist at the moment.
But first things first….Hi!
I hope you’re having a great Friday and are getting excited about the upcoming holiday weekend. I’m currently “working” from a coffee shop near my house (okay, so I took a teeensy little break to pop in and say hello to y’all…sue me) for the first part of the day because I had to have an unexpected dentist appointment this morning.
I had some major dental work done last week (several cavities and something called an “onlay” that involved removing half of my tooth and replacing it with some neato computer-ized replacement) and my dentist told me to pay attention to how that onlay tooth felt after a few days, because any pain meant that something was wrong and I would need to come back in. In case you were wondering what it looks like when they remove a huge chunk of your tooth, here’s a good visual…
DISCLAIMER: this is gross. Really, it’s nasty. Look away if you don’t like gross shit.
Yep, that’s a huge hole in my tooth. Fun, no?
Well, after the numbness and zombie drooling wore off last week (I literally could not move an entire half of my face — I looked like a stroke patient, and my eyelid was drooping. sexy.), I noticed some soreness but chalked it up to the 2-hour long procedure. Over the next few days, I noticed a slight throbbing starting to creep up, but I wondered if it was all in my mind since I tend to be a bit of a (okay, a TOTAL) hypochondriac.
After it was keeping me from falling asleep the other night, I decided to call and come in. She took one look and surely enough said, yep, I’d need a root canal.
Have I mentioned that I HATE needles? I carry a completely irrational phobia and pass out, or come close to passing out every time I get even the littlest, painless shot. Yes, I’m 24 years old and I’m a total baby about needles. Deal with it.
Anyway, she prescribed some vicodin for the pain (as needed…heh…right) and antibiotics to calm down the “angry” nerve. It’s not really hurting right now, but it was pretty wonky earlier, so I’m not sure how I’ll feel over the weekend while I’m waiting for the root canal specialist to come back from his vacation. Wish me luck?
Friends, I have a confession to make…
I’m sure you’ve noticed I haven’t been posting much lately. That I’ve gone MIA from time to time. There’s a reason for this.
It has been..gasp…an entire month since I’ve worked out.
I could explain to you how life has been hectic and stressful (it has), with starting a new job and moving to a new apartment. I could explain how I simply feel burnt out, and couldn’t get myself excited or motivated with the usual tactics. I could even tell you about the knee pain that has been plaguing me, with the only solution being a seemingly expensive trip to the physical therapist that I simply cannot afford at the moment.
Unfortunately, these are just excuses. I haven’t exercised (vigorously) because…well, because I haven’t. I’ve chosen not to. There have certainly been days (say, the two weeks I was very sick with a nasty cold/sinus infection) where working out wouldn’t have been an option, or at least a good one, but there have been other days where I simply said, Eh, I don’t feel like it today. I’d rather watch TV and lay around the apartment.
I need to cut this shit out.
I’m running my first 5k in a few weeks, and thankfully I had been training enough beforehand where I feel I’ll still have plenty of time to do just fine, but this is the point where I need to shake some sense into my lazy ass and get it back in gear. I know a huge part of this has been feeling sorry for myself, not being able to fit in all the fun social activities brimming from every corner of Chicago in the summertime AND get my workouts in. Oh, well if I work out after work, I can’t do spontaneous things after work, like beers on the patio or concerts in the park. Well, Laura, figure it out.
I can’t lie to you — I’m freaked out. I’m worried that I’m going to continue to lose my diligence and totally suck at (or even completely bail out of) this 5k, especially after telling almost everyone I know about it. I’m worried I’m going to lose a grip on the progress I’ve made from making healthier portion and food choices, resulting in a ~10ish lb. weight loss. I’m worried I’m going to slip on a bathing suit and feel terrible about myself (again). I’m worried the lumpiness I see creeping up on my thighs is going to get worse.
I don’t like how I feel when I’m not working out, but sometimes — well, I’m a lazy piece of shit. It’s go-time, and I need to keep my eye on the prize and come up with a solution that will work with a) my tendency toward skipping workouts in order to lay on the couch or grab dinner/drinks with friends, b) my busy schedule, and c) my utter hatred of mornings/total inability to wake up early.
I have no idea how to do this. If you’ve been reading for awhile but never commented, now is the time…any and all tips, suggestions, stories or motivators are welcomed….Oh hell…PLEASE TELL ME HOW TO DO THIS, GUYS! I NEED HELP!!
Hmph. Well, that’s that :D
In other news, I’m still totally addicted to Greek yogurt. Seriously, this stuff is my crack — I go through a giant tub per week. It’s so delicious! And ya know what else is in abundance in Casa de Laura?
STRAWBERRIES. Oh. Mah. Gawd. I can’t get enough.
I had some with oatmeal the other day, but it couldn’t hold up against the creamy Fage 0% I usually roll with…There is almost always a healthy sprinkling of cinnamon, Milk + Honey Cafe Mix Granola and walnuts involved as well.
I’ve also been rolling on the salad wagon lately. Below is my unbelievably tasty mustard maple chicken atop some butter lettuce, cukes, goat cheese and Sabra roasted red pep hummus. Despite the fact that I was pretty hungry a few hours later (no carbs, maybe?), this salad was GOOD.
Today I mixed it up a bit with butter and torn-up red leaf lettuce, cukes, some pinto beans, goat cheese, baby carrots and some organic chicken breast that I slow cooked last night with thyme, TJ’s 21 Seasoning Salute, garlic powder and veggie broth. The chicken was insanely flavorful, and all the flavors mixed together perfectly. As a bonus, the added beans really gave this bad boy some sticking power, but because I am a fatty and seriously can’t understand how anyone can eat JUST a salad for lunch (wtf??), I swiped a can of Campbell’s chicken noodle from a friend, watered down half the can with some hot water from the Keurig, and had at it (only 70 calories! nice!). It was a perfect lunch for a wet, dreary day. I love gloomy weather from time to time, but Chicago has been testing my patience recently…
Anyway, I’m off to finish up the work day. I did some seriously ill-advised shopping last week and came home with far too many adorable dresses, so I’ll be sure to share those coming up here. Thanks for reading my nutty rant, and please do provide feedback if you have any, I’d love to hear from you!
I didn’t charge my camera battery after I used it the last time, so it’s dead.
This is tragic, because I couldn’t show you my breakfast this morning.
It had these:
Some of this:
A little this, a little that:
But best of all, it had some of these guys. Yeah — I finally made Katie’s fudge babies! I honestly didn’t think I could pull it off, but they truly are as easy as she says. I added some vanilla extract, a quick grind of sea salt and a dab of cinnamon to mine (not to mention the *accidental* extra heap of cocoa) and they were SO GOOD. I rolled them up into tiny balls and snacked on quite a few before I had to convince myself to put them away in the fridge.
I promise I will take a picture, but for now, just daydream about how wonderful this breakfast was…I enjoyed every single bite. Immensely.
That is all.
So remember my embarrassingly self-indulgent sobbing fit the other night?
Well, coming into work the next day wasn’t as horrific as you’d think, because of this stuff.
Fresh cosmetics are so insanely adorable, lovely smelling and insanely fabulous that I regularly find myself lusting over them in Sephora for inappropriately long periods of time. Unfortunately, they’re also quite pricey (what in Sephora isn’t?), so I don’t purchase them as often as I’d like to, but thankfully I tried this stuff on a whim.
I have horrible undereye circles, and even though I was blessed to be spared from super puffy bags, even the slightest bit of puffiness exaggerates the crimson half moons regularly hiding out under my eyes. I know that most undereye treatments are just the winning combination of caffeine + hydration, but hey — it works for a reason, right?
This stuff isn’t magic, and it doesn’t work miracles, but if you’re regularly out or up late (check and check), have spent an evening getting intimate with your pillow and a box of kleenex (check), or just look like shit occasionally (check!), try this eye gel. I’ve gotten into the habit of dabbing a tiny bit on every morning (the bottle is itty bitty but you don’t need to use much), and I swear it takes me from looking like I’ve had 6-7 hours of sleep (dream) rather than 4-5 (reality).
I didn’t have the foresight to take some before and after shots for you (although now I’m thinking I wouldn’t want my nasty, crusty eyes on here anyway), so you’ll have to take my word for it. If you don’t trust me (hey, understandable!), head over to Sephora and chat one of the salespeople up. Often, they will give you a sample of a product you’re thinking about buying but aren’t ready to commit to just yet. I’m somewhat embarrassed to admit that I’ve built up quite a collection of “sample” perfumes of my own doing this…hey, I don’t need an entire bottle of sticky sweet vanilla perfume, but I wanted to try it!
Let me know how this stuff works for you, kittens.
I thought about posting one of those pictures that show how many tiny particles of saliva/snot explode when you sneeze, but it was a little too gross — even for me. I thought this one was a nice substitute :)
It’s finally getting warm out in Chicago (oh hey there, May) and of course, I caught a cold. As I mentioned before, I pushed myself too hard in the previous few weeks, and haven’t been eating my normal (mostly) nutritious meals, so my body just crapped out on me. I’m certain now that it’s a cold because I’m still sick, and colds have that wonderful habit of sticking around for two weeks. There are few things more frustrating than not being able to breathe/taste things/go five minutes without blowing your nose when it’s 80-something degrees outside. Bleh! I have been resting up a lot (aka not going to the gym) and sleeping in the hopes that this thing will get lost soon. Keep your fingers crossed for me.
BUT — in case you didn’t understand, it’s EIGHTY-SOMETHING DEGREES OUT. Hallelujah!
I’m convinced there is no better place than Chicago in the summer.
Ohhhhh, I can’t wait.
Considering the fact that I’ve been sick and tired for two weeks, I’ve still been in a pretty excellent mood most of the time. That is, until yesterday. I had a rather unsavory conversation that left a stormcloud over my head most of the day, and through the night. After being exhausted, sad and stressed out most of the day, I finally just let loose and let myself have a good cry after getting tucked into bed. It sucked, and it made me sad, but it was also somewhat cathartic. I know not everyone agrees, but sometimes it can be very therapeutic to just let yourself be sad, let out all the emotion/frustration/embarrassingly deep sobs and just cry. It needed to happen, and I’m still sad, but I’m a little more at peace now that I’ve come to peace with the fact that this specific issue is bothering me.
I’m wondering if maybe I need some yoga in my life right now? (Pardon me for saying this, but who am I?)
As if by magic (or clever scheduling, same thing), I have a massage appointment scheduled for after work and could not be more thrilled. Honestly, I rarely treat myself to massages/pedicures/etc. (I’m broke and cheap most of the time), but this time it is sorely (hah!) needed.
I just noticed I’m making a lot of bad puns here; thinking this means it’s time to wind this post down…
Anyway, just wanted to pop in and say hello. I’m thrilled with my new job and mostly pleased with my new apartment, so aside from the noted issues above, life ain’t all that bad right now. I get my first paycheck Friday in ages (which, unfortunately, is already accounted for in the form of bills), so I won’t be (as) broke soon either.
Oh yeah, and did I mention it was 80 degrees out?
Have a great day, y’all :)
Up next: look out for some musings on cooking in a tiny, tiny kitchen/apartment.