This Post Is Basically A Poorly-Thought-Out List Disguised As Sentences

For the record, I actually enjoyed the Oscars last night. Maybe it’s because I never ever turn on my TV (this was the first time I even touched The Box in over a month), and the moving pictures seem so magical and hyper-real, or maybe it was because I had half a dozen other projects (redoing my bathroom, assembling stools, drilling and screwing handles into my kitchen cabinetry, baking whole-grain banana muffins, talking on the phone, building a puzzle, and washing/drying/folding laundry) going at the exact same time. Either way, I thought this year’s show was pleasant and enjoyable, and it seemed to have a more familial and friendly tone than in years past. I wonder if all the people there felt that same warm and fuzzy feeling that I was imagining. I bet not.

Today at work I got an invitation from Domino Magazine for a learn-how-to-knit-or-crochet event downtown at The Point. I have never so much as lifted a crochet hook or knitting needle, but once I saw the supercute homemade hat they were showcasing on the Point homepage, I started fantasizing about the things I could make. I think I’m gonna go. I know what the outcome will be: a pile of frayed yarn knotted around some kind of stick (I haven’t decided whether I should start with knitting or crocheting), but until the night of the event, I can at least pretend that I will be a successful cutehatmaker.

Bleach and Sponges Aren’t Progressive Enough For Me

Today I cleaned my bathroom the Park School way.

That’s right: a fresh coat of housepaint over all the dirty surfaces, regardless of whether they were meant to be painted in the first place.

*thinks of the staircase in Hamlin Hall*

To be honest, though, I actually spent the better part of the afternoon chipping layers of cracking plaster and paint off the walls and windowsill, then recontructing the marred and gouged surfaces with patching plaster, before priming and painting substantial portions of the room.

In case you’re wondering, or in case you’re feeling lazy for not spending your weekend engaged in apartment repair, I definitely do NOT feel a sense of accomplishment, satisfaction, or pride. I just feel grimy and I want a shower, which I cannot take until tomorrow morning.

The Path To A Healthier Life Is Paved With Broccoli

Tomorrow marks one whole week of tracking every food item that I consume.

In a continuing attempt to eat more heathfully and lose 10-20 pounds (doctors have told me since middle school that I am overweight), I started a food diary so I could confront the reality of how much stuff I eat every day, including the ice cream I spoon out of the container at 11:00 p.m. and the four bowls of marshmallow-studded cereal I mow through for lunch on the weekends.

I’m finding it difficult not to rebel against the idea that I should never under any circumstances eat more than 1,200 calories a day unless I want to gain more weight.  At the same time, it makes perfect sense: I am a small…ish woman working at a desk all day, and the 2,000-calories-a-day guideline was made for a someone quite unlike me.

I wholeheartedly recommend keeping a food journal as a way to compel better eating, though.  When you have to account for everything you consume, you begin to second guess Snickers bars and start finding ways to squeeze in more servings of fruit.  I already feel healthier, but we’ll see how long I can keep this up, especially as the weather warms and gelato beckons.

Current Obsessions

• Amy Winehouse’s “Tears Dry On Their Own”
• Ten Ren Green Tea with Jasmine
• Falling asleep before midnight