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How to Recharge for Friday Night

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Why use a glass when you can drink your wine from a jar?

Good morning and happy Friday! Anything good on the agenda? I have a yoga date with a friend later and plans to catch up with some other favorite people over the weekend. Hopefully I’ll be able to keep work-time to a minimum.

Coming across this Self blog post about 5 Energizing yoga poses to do before you go out at night made me think of some of my early clinical rotations where the only thing I had energy for on Friday night was laundry. I even stopped lying after a while. I’d just say, “I’m tired and I kind of just want to stay home and write/catch up Mad Men things/faceplant.” To be fair, I was pretty new to the clinical grind, but I eventually found ways to combat the end-of-week exhaustion.

Do you ever find that by the time you get to the end of the week, you’re too wiped out to even think of doing anything festive? While there are definitely times you should stay home and rest (and you probably know better than your social calendar), but sometimes getting out and catching up with friends is the best medicine for that dragging feeling. A few things I’ve found that work for me:

*Exercise—it can be anything from a 15-minute walk around the block, to a quick yoga flow in my apartment, to a Zumba class or cardio session. Endorphins are like a magic drug for tired. 

*A nap. Everyone’s different when it comes to naps, but I’ve found that a 20-30 minute cat nap perks me right up. Any longer and I usually wind up more tired, but that doesn’t always stop me from taking the extra 10 or 15 minutes because I can.

*Eat something—Even if I have dinner plans later, I’ll eat a well-balanced snack to keep my blood sugar levels stable so I don’t show up in crash-mode. Yes, I belong to the “never show up to a dinner party starving” club. I make sure I have something with both protein and carbohydrate to keep me going. A few of favorites:

  • Plain Greek yogurt with fruit and/or whole grain cereal
  • Non-fat or part-skim ricotta with fruit and a drizzle of honey
  • Dry-roasted edamame
  • Green smoothie
  • Scrambled or hard-boiled egg on whole wheat toast (scrambeld egg whites is great too)
  • Sliced veggies dipped in hummus
  • A mini Babybel cheese and an apple
  • A small baked sweet potato with goat cheese

*Hydrate—Never underestimate the difference a tall glass of water can make—when our cells are thirsty, it’s harder for them to do their thing, which makes us feel sluggish. Also important if you’re planning to drink alcohol later…

I have a feeling I’ll be relying on some of these tricks quite a bit in the summer months. It’s been nice to have a couple months without a regular schedule, but I’m looking forward to the change. I’m one of those nerdy people who thrives off routine, and I find that I enjoy my off-the-clock time more when I’m more aware of how precious it is. Haha that sounds kind of sappy. Oh well. There are worse things.

Any good weekend plans? How do you re-energize to go out on a Friday? 

Springing ahead for real

Technically, anyway. It’s still a tad blustery in NYC, but spring just happened, so cheers to that…I may or may not have wandered into the makeup aisle when I went to stock up on allergy meds yesterday. Nothing like a seasonal impulse buy. I wish my insurance covered pick-me-ups like lip-stain. IMG_1926

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These boots are worn the f*** out

Even if the temperatures suck, the lighting situation is definitely improved. I love that it’s so much brighter out. While out running errands, I spied a few budding plants. Signs of life!

The start of a new season seems like a good time to check in with those new years resolutions and see which ones are worth keeping with, which ones to chuck, and which ones to get started on already. It’s also a good time to see if there’s anything you need to focus on that didn’t occur to you in January. Not that January 1st is the only time to make resolutions, but since so many of us do, it’s a good jumping-off point.  Continue reading

Stay-cation

Good morning—happy Monday! How was your weekend? I enjoyed a little stay-cation. It was so nice to unplug and unwind. I’m really bad at relaxing, but after almost 4 years of grad school with a dietetic internship and some crazy studying thrown in there, logic told me that one should totally take a few days off after passing the RD exam.

So I made a deal with myself: every time I felt that I “should” be doing something productive (on a weekend, I know), I would write it down so I could get to it come Monday. I was mostly successful, save for a few work emails and stats homework. Other than that, I did only fun things.

Friday I got a reflexology massage and went to a really fun Zumba class—endorphin overload in the best way possible. My muscles were so sore by the time I went to bed.

Saturday I cleaned, took a few walks, and made use of some giftcards I’d gotten for my birthday. Then I organized my closet. I’m embarrassed to admit I had more than a few items that had been lurking in the mix since 2003. Somehow, “maybe I’ll wear it this summer” turned into ten years. Whoops.

I love that Ann Taylor LOFT actually has a decent petites selection. Tiny ladies are people too!

I love that Ann Taylor LOFT actually has a decent petites selection. Tiny ladies are people too!

I also went to a favorite cafe and sat with a glass of wine (first white of the year!) writing in my notebook. I don’t really care if the couple next to me knew that I was taking in every little word and analyzing their conversation. Um, people in their late twenties and early thirties: why do we pretend to own less Ikea furniture than we do? Whomever you’re trying to impress will find out eventually! Case in point: someone who came to my apartment for the first time once said, “Hey, I know this table!” It was actually a good ice-breaker.

No matter your profession, I think it’s really important to just free-write sometimes, whatever the hell pops into your head. It’s a form of meditation for me, but a meditation that is especially enjoyable with a cup of coffee or wine. I used to be afraid to go and have a drink by myself, but it’s really nice once in a while.

Sunday I did yoga and spent more time outside. I also managed to read a whole book. A friend had recently recommended a popular author whose work, for better or worse, bears that “airport best-seller” label, but I was glad I gave it a chance—there’s a reason some writers’ books can get you through a transatlantic flight, no problem. Good, engaging writing that lots of people like is not a crime! I need to remind myself of that every once in a while, lest I wander into lit-snob territory.

I didn’t take a whole lot of food pictures, but I do have to admit, it was so nice to enjoy a simple salad between excursions outside. IMG_1864

Are you good at relaxing? How do you like to unwind? Thoughts on Ikea? 

I’m an RD!

IMG_1743It took many cups of green tea and coffee to get here, but I finally took and passed my RD exam this morning! It still hasn’t hit me that I’m a registered dietitian. All I can say is, “Wow.” And then a few incomprehensible mumbles of gratitude.

Keeping the secret from you guys was killing me, but I’m happy to say it was an almost zen experience, Mercury retrograde be damned. I’m glad I can talk about it in the past tense now!

First, a nap. And then…we celebrate :)

Thanks for all your encouragement support along the way and for putting up with my bitching and moaning about studying!

Winter Must Be Cold

“Well a ring-a-ding-ding.” (from Clearly Delicious Food Blog)

I think studying for the RD exam is seeping into my brain a little too much. Last night I dreamed I opted out of a second date with a guy because he told weird stories about making chocolate-covered NYC sewer crawfish for his neighbors during Hurricane Sandy and talked a big game about glycogen when he had no idea what he was saying. I also got caught in some kind of race and woke up trying to figure out a route home and worried about dead mice falling from the ceiling and collecting under my bed. Awesome.

A few times during the night I also woke up because my iTunes had opened up on its own and started playing music. I eventually gave up and shut the machine down. What gives? Either Mercury retrograde is totally f***ing with me or I have a ghost buddy who likes the Apples in Stereo song “Winter Must Be Cold.” I hadn’t even thought of that song in roughly seven years, and you’d think that was the first song in my iTunes library, but nope. Not even close. So whatever.

The morning started well, though. I just got back from a free Dancelates class—it wasn’t my favorite thing ever but the instructor was great and it was fun to try something new. Time to start the day for real. Hello Tuesday, let’s do this thing.

Have you had any weird dreams lately? 

 

WIAW Spin-Off?

I’m kind of kidding, but I should totally start a WIAW spin-off called “What I Ate While Studying for the RD exam.” Let’s not even talk about how much green tea and coffee has been involved…

IMG_1739This morning I was up way too early (I think my inner clock must miss clinical, if the recurring dream about having to go back to the hospital where I did staff relief is any hint—I had no good reason other than maybe an unwise second glass of red wine at that Oscars party to fall back on), so I killed some time with a magazine on the elliptical machine and by throwing in a load of laundry before sitting down  to start another practice test. More plum & tahini oatmeal happened. I’ve found it’s very good with a drizzle of honey too. I may or may not have killed my stash of gunpowder green tea as well.

At least now I have an excuse to go to Chinatown—way more fun than cozying up to this business…IMG_1741

Between this and all the science and MNT textbooks I’ve made my way through over the past 4 years, maybe you can see why it tweaks me that there are still people out there who think all dietitians do is, like,  bake healthy cookies and turkey meatloaf and tell other people what to eat.

I may or may not have started a morbid love poem once with telling someone I would order them the proper tube feed when their alcoholism finally caught up with them and landed them in the hospital with pancreatic cancer. Just saying. And no, if said poem exists, the subject did not hear it from me.

…And with that, happy Monday! Cheers to a new week!

What I Ate Wednesday #97

…and suddenly it’s What I Ate Wednesday again. As always, thanks to Jenn for hosting the weekly link party. To see more WIAW from other bloggers, visit Peas & Crayons.

Monday was a busy, productive day for me. Since I actually have a more flexible schedule for a change, I’ve been taking advantage of my professor’s office hours. I want to make sure I get off to a good start with my research project, especially since I have no idea what my schedule will be like later in the semester.

Even though I technically could have worked out at another time, I still got up early to get it done—mentally, it sets me up well for the rest of the day. I also tend to wake up with a lot of energy, so it feels good to jump out of bed and hit the gym. Anyway, I was glad to have the rest of my day free to work on projects, clean and meet a friend for tea.

In the spirit of this month’s “Love Your Veggies” theme, there was plenty of colorful produce on the menu for the day.

Breakfast: Oatmeal with flax, chopped pear, and spices, topped with PB & applesauce

Lunch: Leftover quinoa with spinach, roasted veggies, egg whites, and 1/2 an avocado

Snack: Green smoothie—I was too hungry to remember to take a picture

Dinner: Cornmeal-crusted tilapia, mixed greens, a sweet potato with hummus & goat cheese. The crust on the fish didn’t work out so hot, but it tasted great!

Snack: (unpictured) Sliced banana with chocolate PB2

What time of day do you like to work out? What vegetables are you loving lately? 

How I Spent My Snow-Weekend

Whenever it snows, I want to call all those people who ever rolled their eyes about the way I dig my heels into Manhattan (“Your rent is soooo high! Don’t you want more space? Wouldn’t you love to have a car/a dog/children one day?”) and say, “Have fun shoveling your car out, b****.”

To those of you with cars and driveways and babies and furry critters who have never tut-tutted to me about my city life, I hope the stormy weather was kind to you and that if you did have to shovel snow, you enjoyed a good workout, followed by some well-deserved comfort food this weekend :)

I took advantage of the excuse to stay put and channeled any and all cabin fever into kicking the ass of my to-do list. For example, I did an RD exam practice test…IMG_1614

And wrote a research proposal.

I also cooked and ate some nice things…

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soup & toast with hummus & roasted eggplant

quinoa (soaked before cooking) with chickpeas, roasted veggies, hummus, and goat cheese

quinoa (soaked before cooking) with chickpeas, roasted veggies, hummus, and goat cheese

…and drank something good once it was “safe” to venture outside. All snark/snarky-ness (?) aside, when it does snow in NYC, I truly appreciate the folks busting their asses to clear the sidewalks and streets. Without you, I would be that tiny girl with the big shovel polluting the virgin ears of children making snowmen nearby. Their mothers would thank you too if they knew what they were being saved from.

Lambrusco—one of my favorites

Lambrusco—one of my favorites

For those of you who got some snow this weekend, how did you spend your time? What are your favorite things to eat after shoveling snow? 

Rouge Tomate

Me & my sister. I didn't want to post my class' picture without permission

Me & my sister at the reception. I didn’t want to post my class’ picture without permission, but I have a whole slew of photos

After the graduation ceremony the other night, all the interns—I mean, grads—mingled for a while at the reception before slowly breaking off to have dinner with our families. With a group of folks who focus on food every day, of course there was a lot of discussion about where everyone was going.

When my parents first asked me if there was somewhere in particular I wanted to go (I’m having a hard time remembering the last time I went out for a “fancy” dinner), I drew a total blank. Then I remembered a conversation I’d had with a classmate about Rouge Tomate, which actually works with an RD in their menu development, using an approach they call “SPE,” which stands for Sanitas Per Escam (Health Through Food) and revolves around three elements: sourcing, preparation, and enhancement.

In short, they feature beautiful food prepared with an eye toward healthy living—the kind of thing I was not really sure my dad would like. Luckily, he was game to give it a try.  Continue reading

Graduation Day

one of my only intern "action shots"—hah!

one of my only intern “action shots”—hah!

So yeah, when I went back to school in May of 2009, I couldn’t even begin to wrap my mind around the idea that I would be doing a dietetic internship—much less finishing one! But what do you know…tonight is our official graduation ceremony.

It’s certainly been a wild ride of a year, and I mean that in the best way possible. I’m filled with a bright, warm sense of gratitude, but I also have to be honest with myself and acknowledge the fact that I worked my ass off to get here. With a licensing exam to take and an MS to finish (and oh yeah—a job to find), there’s still more work to be done, but as I was talking about the other day, the Great Unknown brings a lot of wonderful things with the challenges.

Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to go back to my 22or-23-year-old self and tell her to stop crying about not knowing what was going to make her feel fulfilled and happy (and somehow manage to pay her bills). Aside from the fact that those are some big, ever-evolving things to ponder—hardly the stuff one fully sorts out just sobbing at the dinner table to a bad-news boyfriend—I’d tell her to do her best to stay present, note the things that felt right, and pursue those things, just let it all unfold.

I would also tell her to actually use the hairdryer her mother bought her, but she’d probably just tell me to go f*** myself.

What would you tell your younger self? What might your younger self say back?