Blogging from the Fitness Room...

...because we still don't have internet at home.  Which is fine.  I've been a lot more productive the past three months with things like knitting, designing, and, well actually I guess that's about it.

Homework is a joke.  I hate saying that.  But it's so true.  I honestly can not bring myself to do it.  I hate it.  I'm ready to be done.

Katie got a job.  She loves it.  Today is her first day, and she's currently working.  (She worked a split shift, so that's how I know she loves it.)  I worked today too, greeting people at the front of the store for six hours.  Fun times.  I had a purple skein of sock yarn for Trevor's socks in my pocket with the needles sticking out.  My mom was incredulous, but after the week I've had, I find the yarn to be comforting.

Any yarn and candles at this point are comforting.  I can't unwind without one or both. 

Starting a new diet plan.  It's not technically a diet.  It's a food journal.  I'm so tired of being tired, overweight, and at a risk for all sorts of heath problems.  By writing down what I eat, maybe I can kill my love hate relationship with food for the final time.  It's time for it to stop.

No more binge eating, no more stress eating, no more sad eating.  No more eating alone, and no more eating in front of the TV.

Instead, pick up those needles and knit.  Aggressively. :)  I can do that.

I guess I could write, too, but school has nearly killed my love and passion for it.

And that's the update from the life of Birdie.  Enjoy your weekend, dear readers.

~Meaghan

I Like Mustard.

A lot, as it turns out. 

Something you may not have known about me, dear readers: I used to be a ketchup-aholic.  That's right.  My teen years were spent putting the sweet red stuff on nearly everything I ate - mac and cheese, chicken dishes, beef dishes, pork dishes, hot pockets, eggs, sandwiches, etc.  I could not get enough of the stuff.  I think the only things that I did not put it on were pizza and mashed potatoes.

That's how much I loved it.  But alas, all good things have to end.  After a while, ketchup and I began to grow apart.  Sure, I still like it on the occasional Wendy's burger and fry box.  But as the years progressed, I started to change and drift.  I went through a period of experimenting with different condiments: ranch, bbq sauce, hot sauce.  All were good in passing for a quick, one snack night, but none had lasting potential.

  But then something happened and now it seems like I have a new sauce to love.  A sauce that is tangy rather than sweet.  A sauce that still stains much the same as I dribble it down my shirt in a moment of mindless fry-shoving panic.

Mustard.

I honestly never thought I would like mustard.  After all, if ketchup is one of the sweetest food toppings you'll ever find, mustard was the opposite.  Tangy, vinegar-y, and yellow.  I thought it would never work out between us.

But then  I started eating mustard over the summer.  At first, it was one of those health kick things I get from time to time.  'Mustard cleans you out', 'mustard helps you lose weight', etc.  Naturally I felt the need to try something that would help me lose weight and clean out my system.

I never expected to love the taste as much as I did.

Now I put mustard on nearly everything, much like I did ketchup all those years.  I like the fact that mustard is tangy and adds kind of a kick to everything from sandwiches to eggs.  I especially like the spicy mustard with the bits in it.  Plain spicy is good too, but the spicy deli stuff is my favorite.  It makes a Subway sandwich for me.

It's kind of like banana peppers.  I started eating those because eating spicy helps clean you out and gets your metabolism going - aka, you lose weight.  Now I can't have a Subway sub without them and the spicy mustard.

What a world this is coming to.  Oh well, at least it's tasty and good, right?

~Meaghan