The pummelo is a pummelNO

I tried the pummelo...ick. It was too much like grapefruit for my taste. Too bitter, and there was this weird, long-lasting aftertaste that just didn't jive with me.

I also re-tried parsnips tonight, roasted with a pot roast. I guess I'm just not a fan of them, either!

This week's veggie is bok choy. It is on the menu with asian-marinated steak (will grill) brown rice, and sesame green beans. I might just grill the bok choy, too. I think you can do that. I mean, people on the Food Network grill things like radicchio, so why not?

I also made it to the gym today. I did mostly weights. It is hard watching myself in the mirror, that's for damn sure. It seems like my home mirror has this magic ability to make me look thinner than I really am! And then I go to the gym and it's like a slap in the face. But, unhappiness with my reflection aside, I actually made it.

This workweek was just awful. I'm hoping to forget it soon! My husband doesn't understand why I carry my work worries with me to home. I'm trying to leave it behind, but this week was just a mess. So, Friday night, I drank. And drank....and drank. And shared some deep, dark secrets with my husband; I'm not like a transsexual or anything (not that there's anything wrong with that, I'm just not one) but some fears, worries, irrational thoughts that I often have. Like last Monday, when he had a mole biopsied. I can't stop thinking about what if, what if...guess I'm a little gun-shy after all the cancer with my dad. My husband basically said, if it's my time, it's my time, and, much like the pummelo, that just didn't jive with me. I would want to fight; I don't believe in God or an afterlife. I don't believe there is a "greater good." I believe in what we have here and now and I'm not done with it. And I'm not done with him. I'm sure everything will come out all right (we'll know after 9am tomorrow, at least, so not too much more waiting) but I can't shut my damn mind up.

So, that's the update for now. I'm considering morning workouts, just to get it out of the way...but, I would have to get up at around 5 and WOW. But, it would be possible. If I just didn't love my home so much I would have no problem leaving to go to the gym! But I get home and I'm so happy here it's difficult to drag my fat butt back out there. At the apartment, my gym was a block away (not even that far, really) and the place was always such a cramped mess that I had no problems leaving...that, and Kevin was in classes all the time so I was home alone and didn't feel compelled to stay. I just keep looking at the clothes in my closet trying to motivate myself!

Speaking of motivation, I might do the unthinkable...bring out the scale. Dear husband found out his weight last week at the doctor's (he hadn't weighed in a loooooong time) and was a bit shocked. Law school wasn't kind to his body. He felt a little more compelled to get the bike and get moving again...hasn't happened yet, but I know it will. Maybe I need the same kind of jolt.

All right, back to the interwebz and my Cosmo. I think next week's veggie will be brussels sprouts, if the store has them. I'll letcha know about the bok choy!