Archive | December, 2010

De-blubbing and lazy-girl lunching

10 Dec

In blubbiness news, I’m down 3.5 of the five pounds I gained following my injury. Yay! Aside from the organ I had removed, I’ve done it by actually sticking to my plan. (I tease. I only contemplated removing my adenoids.) I did three yoga podcasts this week and ate well. I got up early this morning to swim, and I’m lifting weights this afternoon. Saturday morning, I plan to try out a Zumba class, and then I’ll figure out some kind of physical activity for Sunday. I will lift weights a second time Sunday.

My eating has been back to its pretty healthy and vaguely bizarre self, which is part of why I haven’t posted any meals in a while. An example: Tuesday evening before rehearsal, I ate a micro-baked sweet potato topped with On-the-Fly Peanut Sauce Version II (minus the garlic – I know you’re all gasping in shock. I have to kiss my co-star in the play, and I thought I would be nice and not breathe fire on him.). After rehearsal, I was just hungry enough to require some kind of sustenance before bed, so at 9:45 at night, I ate a plate of steamed green beans topped with sri racha.

Anyway, I did want to share a ridiculously easy lunch I tried and enjoyed this week.

Micro-baked potato topped with bean soup/chili. In case you’ve never cooked a potato this way, here’s how it works.

1.    Scrub potato clean and dry it.

2.    Poke with a fork several times. (Five is my lucky poking number.) (Oh, stop laughing.)

3.    Place in microwave for several minutes. A medium one takes about five.

That’s it. I topped mine with a very lazy black bean chili/soup/concoction. I didn’t use a recipe, but I’ll try to detail the process.

1.    Mince or chop finely a large shallot and three garlic cloves. I was – as I said – lazy, and so my garlic ended up in larger chunks than usual. No complaints here.

2.    In a medium saucepan over medium heat, empty a can of rinsed-and-drained black beans and an equal amount of canned tomatoes. Use any consistency you like – chopped, diced, crushed, whatever. I like mine as pureed as possible, as I’m sure I’ve mentioned before. Add shallot and garlic.

3.    Once it starts bubbling, reduce heat to low and simmer for about 15 minutes, stirring occasionally.

4.    Meanwhile, add your preferred spices. I threw in cumin, cayenne, chipotle, and a little chili powder. I didn’t measure at all, so I won’t even venture a guess as to the amount. It was a lot. Use them to taste.

5.    Eat!

I ate it in two servings since it plus a baked potato was my entire lunch twice, but it could easily serve four as part of a larger meal.

The first day I enjoyed this meal, I also had a banana and two oranges. They made me happy:

Whenever I eat an orange, I have a compulsion to try to remove the peel in one large piece. I nearly succeeded with one of them:

Darn you, errant piece!

I hope to have a more interesting meal to share soon!


Blob-tastic blogger

6 Dec

Suddenly, things have gotten very busy in my world. Vegan MoFo kept me glued to the computer, and right as it ended, I began rehearsals for The Scarlet Letter. (You’re reading the food ramblings of Hester Prynne, foos!) As a result, it’s been a little quiet around here lately. For that, I apologize.

However, lest you believe the blog is the first casualty of my rehearsal schedule, let me assure you it is not. Because I’m still easing back into exercise following my ankle injury, I have become a blob. Yes, a blob. Not The Blob, but a more blubby version of the Brigid I’ve come to know and love. I have high expectations each and every day of doing something about my blibbity-blubbetiness, but something always gets in the way. Now I’m trying to recommit to working out because, frankly, I’m not impressed with the way my clothes are fitting at the moment. I’m only up about five pounds, but when you’re the size of a dormouse, that shows rather quickly.

Here are the impediments/excuses:

  • I already have to wake up at 6:10 to get to work on time. Thus, I find it unlikely that I will get up at 5:30 to hit the gym.
  • It’s freaking cold outside, so runs (OK, walks punctuated by periodic bursts of slightly faster movement and heart palpitations) after work are not likely.
  • Likewise, my Friday-morning bike rides are a thing of the past. My ballet class ends today, robbing me of my one structured and planned-around exercise session each week.
  • There are no good classes at the downtown Y on Fridays. Sorry, but it’s true.
  • I work until 5:30 and typically have rehearsal at 6:30. By the time I actually drive home from east Tulsa, that leaves me about 10 minutes to walk my dog and five minutes to either change clothes or swallow dinner without chewing.

So, what the heck is a lazy blob-to-be to do? Here are the only commitments I’m able to make at the moment:

  • 20-minute podcasts from three days a week.
  • Something – anything – on Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays. I can take a class or brave the elements outside or go to the gym or use one of my Pilates DVDs or anything.
  • Lifting weights at least twice a week at home. I have no excuse for not doing this one.
  • As always, taking the stairs rather than the elevator at work.

Do any of you folks have recommendations for other ways to fit things in? I really do miss my morning workouts, but with my 7:30 to 5:30 schedule Monday through Thursday, I just don’t think they’re feasible any more.


3 Dec

This, friends, is a tale of woe.

Once upon a time, a girl woke up after not-quite-enough sleep but in the mood for a happy Friday off. She took her stinky, craphead dog to the groomer (which has changed its name from Bark Avenue to Doggy Style :/), bought shampoo, and came home for a leisurely morning complete with her beloved Creamy Dreamy Oats.

Today, she decided to do them differently. She upped the almond milk to 1/2 a cup and added half a mashed banana in with the oats. When they were all creamy, dreamy, and cooked, she put them gently into a bowl and topped them with pecans, cinnamon, and a little maple syrup. Fortuitously, her Italian coffee finished brewing at nearly exactly the same time. The morning was set for a delicious beginning:

Fifteen seconds after this photo was taken, this happened:

The moral of the story is: if you’re going to be careless and spill an entire bowl of oatmeal on the floor, make sure it’s unsweetened.

The end.

OK, not really the end. I cleaned up the mess and made myself a second bowl using the same method, and they were delicious.

The end, part II.