Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Peanut Butter Addiction . . . Running Sucks . . . and Pumpkin Pancakes.

Isn't it awesome that I let you read about how wonderful my husband is for seventeen STRAIGHT days?

Yeah, he's awesome.  But, he's not seventeen days of awesome.  Let's get real.  I just haven't had anything much to say.

My eatings have been super boring . . .  intermingled with a little good girl, gone bad.  My biggest problem is that I can't keep my spoon out of the peanut butter jar to save my life.

I had stopped buying the good stuff because it's full of high fructose corn syrup and other liquid death ingredients (sugar can syrup . . .).

But, then OZ went looking for it in the cabinets.

I told him that I stopped buying it because I was the one eating all of it.  He told me those were the words that divorces are made of.  So, it's back in the house.  And, guess who is eating all of it again?

To further complicate matters, my boys brought home 50 candy bars that they were selling for school.  Since I'm not going to let them go door to door like a bunch of little Mormons, the candy bars cost me $100 and have been sitting in my house . . . taunting me.

Though I don't especially love chocolate, I discovered that those little chocolate bars taste even better than my spoon when dipped in the peanut butter jar.

So . . . other than my complete lack of self control, NOTHING else has been going on.

SOMETHING is on the horizon for November, but the Great and Powerful OZ has me on lockdown.

Like a government spy,

I'm not allowed to talk about it.

I can tell you this:   The SOMETHING on the horizon involves a bikini wax and a $19 spray tan.

And, it also involves me keeping my grubby hands out of the peanut butter jar . . . because bikini season is coming around again a lot sooner seven months sooner than I expected.

But, I'm absolutely not complaining . . . and you will hear more about it later.

So, since this is supposed to be a "look at what I ate" and "look at how far and fast I ran" blog . . .and  I've already covered the peanut butter . . . I'll go ahead and talk about running.

I haven't been running.  At all.

I have not hit the pavement in over eight weeks.

I stopped when I went in for my second shot in the ass (you can read about it here), and the good Doc asked me when my back hurts the worst.  For the first time ever, I was completely honest and said "When I run."  He said, "how far?" And, I finally  admitted that any distance hurts.

Naturally, he told me to stop.  And, I did.  I haven't run since.  [Well, okay . . .  I have run some quarter mile sprints at cross fit class, but that's it.]

To be honest, I thought that I would miss it more.  I thought that the loss of this "thing" that I have done every single day for more than five years would leave a big empty hole in my life . . .

. . . but really, it hasn't.  In fact, it's kind of been a relief.  I no longer have to think about how far I want/need to run, or how fast, or how early,  or how my schedule/plan/goals work with anyone else.  And, now that I'm staring down the barrel of the gun that is winter, I don't have to think about how freaking cold and dark its going to be at 5:15 in the morning . . . because I won't be out there.

Instead, I'll  just go to the gym . . . by myself . . . where it is climate controlled . . . at whatever time works best for me.  And, as an added perk, I will jump onto the elliptical and climb into a book and forget that the rest of the world even exists.   For sixty minutes, I will forget that I'm not a vampire.

Or an angel.

Or a half-beaten-to-death high school teenager that can't make up her mind who she wants to have sex with for the first time.

It's been beautiful, really.  And, my relationship with this machine is solidified.

I've never loved an elliptical before.  In fact, I used to think that they were a big waste of time.  But, this one . . . she has stolen my heart.

I'm trying to talk Oz into buying me one for the house, but he seems resistant.  I don't really understand it.  If we charge it to my American Airlines Mastercard we will earn 7000 frequent flier miles . . .  which is a win-win.

So,  I'll keep trying to convince him . . .

NOW . . . in an effort to legitimize this blog . . . below is a recipe for a pumpkin pancake that Elizabeth dreamed up . . . because she is a culinary genius.  Please keep in mind that Elizabeth doesn't measure ingredients . . . so this is my interpretation of her pancake recipe.

Pumpkin Pancakes

    1/2 cup Libby Pumpkin
    1/2 mashed banana
    1 whole large egg
    1 large egg white
    1/2 tsp cinnamon
    sweetener to taste (optional)

Directions:   Mix all ingredients.  Mash that banana real good (or use a food processor).   Cook it on low to medium heat on a griddle or in a frying pan . . . for a VERY long time.  Don't get in a hurry.  While you are waiting, check out all of the mundane things that your friends (including me) are doing on Facebook.  Then, flip.  And, just before the whole thingburns and goes up in flames, take it off the heat.  I doused mine in some sugar free maple syrup.

And, then because I'm a glutton for punishment, I also covered it in some PB2 mixed with some more sugar free maple syrup.

Heck yeah I did.

And, that's all I have for you today.  I went to Dallas today for work and wasn't mistaken for a hooker even once.  That I know of.  I hope you had an equally good day.


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