Tonight for dinner I made baked falafel. I found the recipe from Chow Vegan. I made them tonight and there’s enough for six meals. I put three of the mini balls in a whole wheat pita with garlic hummus, spinach, and feta cheese. Obviously mine didn’t come out to be vegan in the end.
I really liked the taste. I don’t think they tasted exactly like a falafel, but they still tasted good. Although they were a bit dry.
I had a Peroni with dinner tonight. I really love beer.
I got a box of Mighty Leaf mint tea from our CEO’s assistant (CEO had bought it or received it as a gift and didn’t end up liking it).
It’s so expensive that I can’t buy it for myself, but I love it. So I’m going to treasure the few bags that I have.
I had a good workout at the gym today. I was on the way to doing 3 miles in under 30 minutes and then I got this awful cramp in the side of my stomach. I tried to run through it but I had to stop and walk, but I still finished in 31:50, I think. Then I did the sitting bike for 20 minutes, abs, and stretched.
I’ve found the last two days that if I don’t stretch before running I have a much easier time running. No muscle pain or anything and when I stretch I get awful muscle pains. Weird, right?
The gym was a little strange because we had a champagne toast at 5pm at work and although I just had a few sips I totally had that champagne sweat thing going on on the subway.
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I realized that when I wrote my post last night about changing taste buds I meant to write about how it’s not only foods that I used to not want to try or not like, it’s also not liking foods that I used to enjoy.
For example, when I went out with my friend Laura and my roommate Grace a few weeks ago we went to this place that I think has the best buffalo wings and fries I’ve ever had. I decided to indulge, but they just didn’t taste good. And maybe it’s because I haven’t eaten that type of food in a while or because deep down I felt guilty, but I don’t know, I wouldn’t go back. Which, frankly, is fine with me.
And finally, the other night when I was making the killer quinoa casserole I burnt my arm on the oven. It hurt a lot when I did it and it’s still killing me.
It looks worse in person. It’s like a purple color in real life. I popped it today, totally on accident, in the locker room of the gym right before I went to work out. Then I spent the rest of my workout obsessed with all the germs that were potentially touching it. Yep, I’m crazy.
