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May. 2nd, 2006 06:36 pmSo full...gonna burst. *groan*
While sitting on the bus home today my stomach let out a rolling grumble of hunger. I couldn't really hear it through my headphones but I definitely felt it. I looked down at the car in the lane next to us to see a woman stuffing her maw with Kettle Corn. I was so jealous.
I drove home at a fairly reasonable low-blood sugar speed and made myself one of my famous grilled cheese sandwiches. Actually no, I made TWO because just as I was getting ready to cook it my mom waddled in and not-so-subtly asked what I was making. Now, I'm not sharing my secret recipe (yes, there can be a secret recipe to a grilled cheese sandwich) but I'll tell you it involves - good cheddar, Como bread from Grand Central, tomatoes, onions, and typically zucchini. Since the 10 minutes it took me to make the sandwich was too long I had to eat some Cheezits to keep me upright and able to flip the sandwiches. This is why I'm too full.
I apologize in advance but - to quote John Mellencamp "It Hurts So Good".
I was able to get my run in today during lunch and still have time to eat. That's probably why I was so hungry when I got home. I can tell my appetite is getting bigger as I start really getting into training. I amped things up a little this week. I DO need to get in a couple of swims this week but I can't fathom getting up earlier to get to the pool. I'm already up at 6:30 (I know, wah, wah), which feels so early. When I lived in my apt. in the city I could get up at 6:15, swim, eat, and bike to work by 8:30. It's hard to do that when you're out in the suburbs. I'm going to have to suck it up pretty soon.
I'm finally getting a grip on things at my new job. With the help of my colleagues, I was able to put out all of the fires that the dumbass left behind when she quit. Apparently, she wasn't fully truthful about how things were going. I certainly wouldn't want it on my conscience that I didn't do my part fully to make sure that a cancer patient had everything they needed to start treatment with us. I have a real investment in this job that I haven't had with others. I could live with myself if my students didn't learn English, I could have lived with environmental samples being prepped wrong, but I couldn't live with a sick person not getting what they needed because I was too busy surfing the Intenet.
While sitting on the bus home today my stomach let out a rolling grumble of hunger. I couldn't really hear it through my headphones but I definitely felt it. I looked down at the car in the lane next to us to see a woman stuffing her maw with Kettle Corn. I was so jealous.
I drove home at a fairly reasonable low-blood sugar speed and made myself one of my famous grilled cheese sandwiches. Actually no, I made TWO because just as I was getting ready to cook it my mom waddled in and not-so-subtly asked what I was making. Now, I'm not sharing my secret recipe (yes, there can be a secret recipe to a grilled cheese sandwich) but I'll tell you it involves - good cheddar, Como bread from Grand Central, tomatoes, onions, and typically zucchini. Since the 10 minutes it took me to make the sandwich was too long I had to eat some Cheezits to keep me upright and able to flip the sandwiches. This is why I'm too full.
I apologize in advance but - to quote John Mellencamp "It Hurts So Good".
I was able to get my run in today during lunch and still have time to eat. That's probably why I was so hungry when I got home. I can tell my appetite is getting bigger as I start really getting into training. I amped things up a little this week. I DO need to get in a couple of swims this week but I can't fathom getting up earlier to get to the pool. I'm already up at 6:30 (I know, wah, wah), which feels so early. When I lived in my apt. in the city I could get up at 6:15, swim, eat, and bike to work by 8:30. It's hard to do that when you're out in the suburbs. I'm going to have to suck it up pretty soon.
I'm finally getting a grip on things at my new job. With the help of my colleagues, I was able to put out all of the fires that the dumbass left behind when she quit. Apparently, she wasn't fully truthful about how things were going. I certainly wouldn't want it on my conscience that I didn't do my part fully to make sure that a cancer patient had everything they needed to start treatment with us. I have a real investment in this job that I haven't had with others. I could live with myself if my students didn't learn English, I could have lived with environmental samples being prepped wrong, but I couldn't live with a sick person not getting what they needed because I was too busy surfing the Intenet.
