palace of winds

I find that exercising is at least 50% wardrobe.

I came home yesterday afternoon exhausted and shuffling and squirming mentally, trying to find excuses. I don’t want to. I’m tired so I shouldn’t. Blah blah blah. So I thought: Okay. I will compromise and get on the elliptical and do the interval program while watching Desperate Housewives. Then I’ve gotten in activity and found time to see the show. Once I was dressed, though, well. I’d gone to all the trouble to get everything on, and now that my hair’s shorter it makes a swingy little exercise-inducing ponytail, and it seemed a shame not to get a more aggressive use of the time.

So today I’m pleasantly sore — though less so than I’d expected, having spent the remainder of the evening moving about a little shakily. Half that was maybe muscle exhaustion from really working out for the first time in over a week (after a few weeks of general slackitude), but I think at least half was just straight exhaustion. I spent yesterday and now this morning stubbornly denying that I’m not feeling well. I think it really is the sore throat of tiredness, though, and not the sore throat of virusness or anything that could be remedied with pills or syrups or drops of any sort, more’s the pity.

Also I feel sort of disgusting and house-sized. I think it’s just the usual that comes with the territory, but I’d forgotten it a little. I can’t be too put out, though; I’m thrilled to have it back. Relieved, elated, etc. We’ll see how long that lasts. I give it this time, tops.

Last night we had this really fantastic chili blanco, with chicken and white beans and mushrooms. If I remember when I’m home I’ll put up the recipe; it was terrifically easy. Especially since I skipped the bit where you’re supposed to roast peppers, since we didn’t have the sort the recipe called for anyhow. I’ll also put up the caramel apple salad recipe — it’s this mix of diced apples with cool whip and butterscotch pudding and pineapple and marshmallows and peanuts and it’s dangerously addictive and so fluffy and tasty that I just want to cuddle it and eat it forever and ever. And now I’m making myself hungry. I had shredded wheat and a banana this morning; I’m not sure what to expect as far as staying power goes. I’ve found Kashi Go Lean, as much as I adore it, doesn’t last as easily to noon as oatmeal or my smoothie. I’m not sure why; it’s got enough protein and fiber that it should.

Speaking of food, Origami Sushi on Saturday was wonderful fun. From least favorite to most: The California roll was okay, but I’m not a huge fan of crab. The pickled ginger, however? Lovely. The shrimp tempura roll was good, which I’d expect of anything fried with mayo in. Warm and mild. The spicy tuna was my favorite. The spicy was of a different quality than what I’m used to in Mexican and even other Asian food, which I liked. I’ve really been enjoying experiencing tastes that are entirely outside my frame of reference. I found I liked most the crunchy bits in the rolls — I think mostly it was cucumber. It’s a nice additional texture. My boss was delighted I’d tried it, since last winter we talked about how I never had. (I said then that I expected I’d try fish before the year was out, and I was quite right.) He’s said we’ll go in the next few weeks, and I’ve promised to try eel. So, that’s: a few varieties at least of fish; mushrooms; peppers. Anyone have any other foods they think it’s a travesty I don’t like? (Apart from olives. I tried; it did not fly.)

Note to self: Set VCR for House; 8 p.m. on 9.