I've been running (or "slogging" if you will) lately, and I've lost a lot of my stamina. I'm not sure what's going on. I've started limiting my coffee to one cup every few days, and I've removed most processed foods (other than some canned goods, and select breads).
I'm living off of vegetables, marsala tandoori naan (you do NOT want to run next to me on the treadmill...it doesn't take much, but it's coming out of my pores) and quinoa. This week Danny and I are starting to cook whole beans. I don't have a pressure cooker, and it's going to delay the cooking process, but maybe I'll find one at a garage sale or something.
Although I feel clean, healthy, and refreshed, I am also incredibly hungry. Maybe it's because I want to eat what everyone else is eating. That maybe in my mind I feel hungry.
Danny and I went to dinner at Jenny and Bryan's house tonight. We brought pizza - the meal of champions - because they're always cooking dinner for us. Not exactly the healthiest choice, but it sounded delicious at the time. Of course, I can't eat pizza since I'm lactose intolerant, and regardless, I'm still panicked that my food is trying to kill me. So I rudely brought a cabbage salad, quinoa and a jalapeno humus. I knew that in the eight years of friendship, Jenny would care less if I brought my own food - but why didn't I just cook them the same thing that I had in the fridge? Why am I afraid to serve my food? I guess I feel like I'm shoving it down my friend's throats. At one point Jenny said, "That doesn't look half bad." And then I felt like a complete jerk. That maybe they wanted a healthy meal too. Sometimes I think I'm doing something nice when in reality I'm over thinking things.
My mom used to always tell me that you should always invite people even if you think they're going to say, "No." At least they'll know that you wanted them to come.
Maybe it can also be said for quinoa.
