You thought it was an exaggeration that the Chantix had screwed me up to the point of laying comatose unless I actually absolutely had to be up, didn’t you?
It wasn’t.
And all I have to do to realize that is to note the contrast. Like…yesterday I got up cheerfully when my daughter called at 7 something - and then I also did laundry, unloaded and re-loaded the dishwasher, shovelled off the part of the deck that interests me (where my dogs go), got dressed, got in my car and drove to the accountant’s to pick up my taxes and my darling’s very unromantic but very practical Valentine’s present, came home, and made hummus!!!! Fat free hummus, at that!
And all of that before showering and going to work!!! (I work second shift.)
Those activities right there constitute about an entire week’s worth of activity while I was taking that evil drug.
But I’m past that. I did three things that I’m very proud of yesterday.
One, I made hummus. See, the thing is that I have lived my life basically going along eating what I’ve eaten all my life. A new recipe here and there like once a year if I got a wild hair. No, wait. Maybe about once every ten years.
My daughter, as everyone knows, makes all kinds of new stuff, smart thing, that she never learned from me. Like guacamole and spaghetti squash. I just really didn’t, and I don’t know why. I love to cook - I just love to cook stuff I know.
But in this whole changing my diet thingie, I’ve been exposed to a lot of stuff that I hear people literally rave about. Like hummus. Which I had to look up so I knew the correct pronunciation for, so I didn’t look like some Iowa gauche hick. “hum-us” I give you - my version of Fat Free Hummus:
Fat Free Hummus
1 can chickpeas, drained and rinsed
3 T lemon juice (hmmm, I had to use lime)
2 cloves garlic (I used minced)
a little salt to taste
a little parsley to taste (or cilantro)
1-2 T water - enough to make a smooth paste
Put all in food processor - unless you can’t figure out how yours goes together, let alone works. Then you can use your blender. Just be sure to wash it before anyone sees it and makes fun of you.
Oh - and I threw in some of my homemade salsa. Because I love salsa. And I didn’t have any chips or anything like that but I ate the hell out of it with cut up celery and carrot. Yummmmmm!!
Secondly, I walked on a treadmill yesterday on my lunch hour. See, I always thought people who spent money on treadmills were dumb because, well, I’m a hippie, and you can walk for free.
Until I hit the down slide of my 40’s and too damn many days of below zero hell (and ice and snow).
So, we have a whole excercise area in the basement of my workplace. And I went down there last weekend and tried to make the treadmill go. And it wouldn’t. I’m pushing buttons and trying to walk to make it go - nada.
So I sucked it up and asked my boss and friend to show me. Ooooooh, there is a dummy key. Like, it has to be plugged in before anything will turn on - it clips to you so that if you fall off, it will stop.
Hmmmmm. Smart. OK, so she showed me how. And on my 20 min lunch hour, I trotted along on the damn thing (my boss’ legs come up to my chest - probably can’t go as fast as she did) for ten minutes - and ate supper for ten minutes.
Hooray for me! Another “new thing”.
And for the life of me I can’t remember what the third thing is for which I was proud of myself. Hmmmmm…..
