Have you ever noticed in a group exercise class, there is always a “wooer”? Some person that randomly shouts, “Woo” when the class gets tough? There was a wooer in my spin class tonight. I couldn’t tell where in the room said wooer was, but but every so often, there was a definite woo. I don’t know if these wooers are aerobics teachers in a former life (or now) and are just used to wooing. It makes me a little embarrassed for them to tell you the truth. No offense to you wooers out there.
I made Rachael Ray’s Chickpeas, Thank you meal for dinner. The sauce was probably a little thicker than it should have been. It was more like a dip than a pasta sauce. I’m sure I could have pureed it a little longer. It would probably be quite good as a dip actually. I might have to try that soon.
I went to an Adopt a Golden event today. My friend Joan has a friend, Melissa, that volunteers for them so the three of us went. I saw the perfect dog. The problem is, Jason thinks he is too old. He is 5. I think that is fine. He’s out of the hyper puppy stage but still has plenty of years left in him. I wish Jason had gone to the event with me so he could have seen how awesome this dog is. (Yes, I am totally writing knowing he’ll read it!)
I want this dog.
In other news, I cannot seem to stay away from the kitchen tonight. I forgot to eat lunch so when I got home, I was really hungry. It was about 5, so Jason and I went to Lettuce Souprise You for dinner. There, I stuffed my face. I had a salad with lowfat ranch, two bowls of veggie soup, some green beans, a little lowfat muffin and a small thing of pudding. I felt like I had to be rolled out of the restaurant. So, despite my dinner pigout, three hours later, I was hungry and nibbling in the kitchen. Argh.
My stomach hurts. Have I mentioned that my stomach hurts a lot. I think that it might be from carbonation, maybe it’s from caffieine. It’s definitely caused by artifical sweeteners and stress though. So, I know I can’t help the stress part, but a normal person would lay of the artificial sweeteners. But not smarty pants here. I got into work today early to work on a project. I had gone to an event last night where some large glasses of wine were consumed so I wasn’t exactly feeling my best. So, I went to the fridge and got a diet coke. I don’t know if that was the culprit or what. I didn’t drink the whole can. It took me virtually all day to drink 3/4ths of it. I know I should write down what I eat and when it hurts, but that seems too difficult. I purposefully didn’t drink any soda (although I did have tea) yesterday and it didn’t hurt. I just don’t understand how, after drinking soda habitually for so many years, it suddenly is causing me so much gastric distress. I mean, I’ve always had stomach aches. It’s nothing new. Because I’m an internet hypochondriac, I started googling IBS symptoms. I fit the mold. Mainly, bloating, gas and feeling better once I go to the bathroom. But then again, I also thought I had hypothyroidism last week and my thyroid is tip top.
I’m supposed to go to kickball in ten minutes. I’m not really sure how that’s going to work considering I have to make a dash to the toilet every two minutes. Fun times in the life of Lee.