Well, it been quite some time since I’ve written. It’s been a bit hectic with school, work, kickboxing, a birthday, and oh, almost chopping my finger off. But even though I lost the blogging drive for a sort while, I feel back in the spirit. I did in fact feel a little disappointed that I had not seen quicker weight loss results (I do live in the 21st century after all, I need immediate gratification dammit!). And I did in fact fall into a familiar pattern of mentally saying “fuck it.” But it was because my 33rd birthday was upon me, and I really wanted to splurge…. for 5 days. Hmm. Excessive?
Yes, I almost chopped the tip of my finger off. And then I fainted. I am officially a wuss. I can’t even believe it. I was chopping green onions and the blade slipped and cut through a good portion of finger and through nail. I didn’t think it was that bad until I got to the sink and looked at it. Then I felt the fear. Derek says I went stark white and just like a true hero, he ran over and shuffled me to the bathroom where I lost consciousness for just a couple of seconds and had to lay on the bathroom floor for at least five minutes, towel wrapped finger in the air. We decided the cut did not warrant a trip to the hospital and I’m thankful for that. But I have a gnarly looking finger and had to miss kickboxing for this week in fear reopening the wound that bleed for a good 2 days. I seriously need to sign up for a knife skills class.
Other than the chopping of the finger mishap, it was a great birthday week, filled with mac and cheese, Backspace’s bianca pizza, desserts, a trip to Whataburger (shame!), a noticeable lack of vegetables, and I finished it all off with an indulgent dinner tonight. Frutti di Mare in a brandy cream sauce. It’s everything I love: seafood, pasta, and cream sauce. Amazing. Truly. I’ll post it sometime. We had an equally as delicious appetizer, an heirloom tomato salad with goat cheese, torn basil, and drizzled with olive oil and aged balsamic. My friend Stife, a talented backyard farmer, gave me a pound of gorgeous garden tomatoes. Originally I was going to make my heirloom tomato soup, but the tomatoes were so good I had to keep them in their original state. So what better way then to keep it simple. It was perfect.
So, as I say goodby to my short little rebellion, I anticipate a renewed vigor in my weight-loss goal. 10 am kickboxing here I come.