Hi, all. I’ve missed posting and commenting on your blogs—school, as usual, is the culprit. :( Let’s just say this is my fourth day running on three hours of sleep, and I have been a-failin’ on tests and quizzes. I wouldn’t be surprised if I dropped any entire letter grade in three of my classes just from this week… and not surprisingly, this is only the beginning. This weekend is going to be hell with the amount of studying and preparation I have to do for next week, lest I die again like I did this week. Right now, I have an ultimate plan saved on my computer for tomorrow, aka every freaking thing I must accomplish. My heart probably hates me right now with all the worrying and frantic bouts of “must get this done NOW” that I’ve been experiencing. Not looking forward to those blood pressure increases, nuh-uh. -_-
Aughhh, and I promised myself I would try not to worry about grades too much?!?! :( … Pffft, as if. I’m going to worry about my grades until the day that they leave my life. Oh, what a happy day that will be!…
Oh, and I’ve been writing this post in chunks at like, 5 AM when I wake up (the only free time I have), so please excuse any sleep deprivation-induced grammar mistakes or just stupid rambling in general… though tonight, a Friday night, I’ve decided to relax for once. Actually, it’s because I tried to finish some of my homework and it didn’t work. Like, at all. I guess sleep deprivation does that to you? Well, my friends keep telling me that I need to relax, relax, relax, so I’ve decided to be a good girl and take their advice for once. I’m planning to go to bed early tonight, too, so I can be refreshed and pumped-UP for tomorrow! Yah! Jiayou!
Again, I’m really sorry about the lack of blog-reading-and-commenting. It’s just too distracting at this point, but once this bout of hell is over, I’ll be back to normal until finals, hopefully! :)
Anyway, here’s something other than work that I’ve been drowning in lately:
I’ve been drinking my weight in soup for the past few days because it has been so. damn. cold. for my standards, at least (and that means below freezing). I made myself a delicious, umami-rich rice soup with leftovers on Sunday. (Eeeek, I’m behind…)
Mmmm. This was black chicken broth with white rice, mushrooms, roasted eggplant, seaweed, and pork, topped with black sesame seeds and wakame-rice ball furikake in place of salt. ;) The seaweed (kombu, I believe) came from this grocery haul over the weekend. I’m not sure what type of mushrooms these were exactly, but they are freaking juicy and absolutely delicious. They taste pretty killer with steamed chicken. :) Oh, and the more I think about it, the more I wish I cracked an egg into the sizzling hot soup. It would’ve been so cool to see the egg just cookin’ away in there, mixed with the delicious broth! :)
Oh, and I finally finished the last of my Vosges Haut Chocolate Goji Bar from way back when, although this picture was taken about a week ago when the majority of it still existed. It’s long gone now…
Dinner was at Ruby Tuesday tonight, chosen by my sister. Alright, so here’s to the good, old-fashioned, American chain restaurant food of my childhood! Not.
I was surprisingly nervous while I ate my meal of the veggie burger mini + garden salad bar combo. I found myself questioning my fullness more often than usual, and more unnecessarily than usual. The thought of calories even entered my mind. And the longer I sat there, consumed by these thoughts, I began to question why exactly I was being this way. Why was I suddenly, once again, worried about such frivolous things? Why couldn’t I enjoy my meal here as I did in other restaurants (not to say the meal was particularly amazing, hence the lack of photography)?
Psychologically, I associate restaurants like Ruby Tuesday and T.G.I. Friday’s with fat fat fat. I used to gorge myself on cheese fries, deep fried macaroni & cheese, hot dogs, fish, etc. in these restaurants. After I acquired DE thoughts, I feared these restaurants the most, because I believed that the greasy, disgusting foods there were the root of my woes and “fatness.” I avoided these places like the plague. And once I returned for the first time in a long while, that fear crept back. I was nervous about stuffing myself until I couldn’t move anymore again. I was afraid that I would gain ten pounds overnight and become “fat” again.
In reality, when I look back on it, I was a chubby kid, but I definitely wasn’t overweight or obese. The chub factor was probably due mostly to baby fat, anyway! Of course, the way I used to eat (overstuffing myself on fried, nutrient-less foods) wasn’t healthy in the least, but I don’t do that anymore. I have learned how to listen to my body, maybe eat a little more if the food’s really that good, or eat a little less if I feel sick. Overstuffing myself on a regular basis just will not happen. That’s what I need to remember.
Q: Your thoughts/experiences on this or a similar situation? What is something you have a negative psychological association with?
Phew, another few paragraphs of rambling. :| I really missed the venting aspect of blogging, I guess? My eyelids are starting to droop, so I think I’ll call it a night.
Good night all! I may or may not return with pictures of a grocery haul tomorrow… either way, I love you guys :)