On Wednesday night, my sweetie and I went to Tokyo Joe’s for a quick supper, since I was low on food and didn’t really feel like cooking. I got my favorite–the Boulder Bowl, with brown rice, tofu, and lots of veggies–and only ate about half, stashing the leftovers in a to-go box. When we’d gotten about a block down the road, I realized I’d left my leftovers on the table.
“I’m just gonna check to see if they’re still there,” I said to my boyfriend. “You head on.”
I wasn’t surprised that the staff had already cleared the table and thew away my leftovers. I’m sure they probably can’t keep someone’s forgotten leftovers for health reasons, which makes complete sense.
But I was, for some reason, really emotional. Like, much more than I knew was rational. I got back to the car and I started to tear up. I knew it wasn’t a big deal. It was less than $5.00 worth of food. I could have had it for a meal the next day, but I certainly wasn’t going to go hungry without it.
I felt, though, like I wanted to cry. I really just wanted to get emotional.
I’m not sure I can say why I cried like that. My hormones seldom affect my emotions that strongly. Admittedly, I struggle with keeping track of small personal objects, and it does tend to get me down. Maybe it was the accumulated stress of my missing phone, my bent sunglasses, and all the other
junk actually pretty useful stuff I’ve lost this summer. Maybe it was the stress of starting a new semester, which has been okay so far but is definitely picking up in terms of responsibilities. Maybe I just haven’t had a good cry in a while.
Saturday, I sliced into my index finger peeling some squash for hummus and started absolutely bawling. It’s a good thing my roommate wasn’t around, or she would have thought I was nuts.
It’s actually been a pretty good week, all and all, despite the unwarranted waterworks. Here are some highlights. Thanks to Meg for my favorite weekly linkup!Monday I was still at my parents house in Kansas–which is weird to type because it feels like longer than one week ago. My mom and I started the morning by going out on a bike ride. We planned on a pretty short ride but I ended up feeling great and we did a full 30-miler. I couldn’t believe how fit I felt! It was the most noticeably I’ve ever felt the altitude effect–my body was used to functioning at 8000 feet, and goodness, I felt like I could go go go. Gotta love those red blood cells!Tuesday and Friday I also made it to spin class at CSU. I tried a new class called “Ride & Define” involving upper body strength exercises with small hand weights. Oof!I posted a day in the life and a post about grocery staples to have around in a low-FODMAP kitchen.I taught Wednesday and Friday, including my favorite lesson, in which my students rhetorically analyze this video. (It’s a great one if you haven’t seen it.)
Wednesday night was swing dance.
Thursday I went to a reading by Steven Church, a creative nonfiction writer and CSU alum. I had no idea until the reading that he graduated from my alma mater…and my other alma mater! (i.e. my high school and my undergraduate institution) By the time I graduate, we’ll have gotten our diplomas, bachelors and masters from the same three institutions. How crazy is that?!He’s also a wonderful writer and speaker and I really want to read his work now.
Saturday I went to a friend’s birthday party. The theme was “dreaming,” and everyone was asked to come in a costume that related in someway to dreaming. I wore my old fallback–the Dorothy costume–since I figure all of the Wizard of Oz is basically a dream, depending on how you interpret it.Saturday morning I also went to the farmers’ market and decided to experiment with a little sorbitol in my diet–in the form of a peach. It went much better than the last time I experimented with a peach in my diet, although I still don’t feel great as I’ve been feeling lately, which indicates that sorbitol might still be troublesome for me.In other IBS news, I went #2 every single day this week! I know that’s totally TMI, but hey, this blog is about IBS, and in my world, keeping things regular is a big deal. Probiotics ftw!
Sorry not sorry.
The farmers’ market also resulted in a delicious eggplant-y soba noodle dish from America’s Test Kitchen on Sunday night.And also on Sunday, besides grading and doing work for my internship, I went to the Spice & Tea Exchange to use a giftcard–a birthday present from my sweetie. I got some jade green and some rooibos chai. Because it’s getting close to chai season.The teapot was also a birthday gift, in this case from my sister-in-law.
And with that….
Oh oh oh! I almost forgot the most time-consuming and stressful accomplishment of this week: a draft of an essay for my nonfiction workshop, which I’m hoping may also be a chapter in my thesis. With former pieces that I’ve written about my eating disorder, folks in my program asked me to explain more about how I came to have anorexia–a valid question, since I tend to allude that topic in my writing. But it’s also hard to articulate sometimes. At no point was it a choice or something that happened all at once, so it’s a little hard to say this-and-such was the cause. But I’m trying at least to explain a bit more clearly.
And with that….
I am actually done. Have a great week, friends!
Have you ever asked for a to-go box at a restaurant and then forgot to take it with you?
Have you ever experienced a big change in ability due to altitude (either going up or coming down?)