I have not felt like myself these past four weeks.
I’ve been crabby, slightly bitchy, crazed, especially neurotic, stressed and uber-frustrated all month long. Usually I’m only one or two of these things on a given day…not all six.
I apologize to anyone who had to deal with me in the month of April. You all deserve an award for putting up with me and my sometimes difficult self.
But it’s over.
On Friday afternoon, I did the best thing I could have done for myself: I high-tailed it out of Madison and went home. However, my old self did not return upon my arrival la casa de Everythingtarian. In fact, on my car ride there, I only became more crazed and stressed.
Case in point: 1 bag of Nacho Cheese Corn Nuts, 1/2 box of Kashi Heart 2 Heart cereal + 1/2 my sister’s DQ Peanut Buster Parfait (when I got home).
After a glorious 10 hours of sleep, I awoke on Saturday morning feeling a bit better, if not slightly bloated from the cacophony of carbage consumed above. Perusing Mama + Daddy Everythingtarian’s kitchen, I decided on a lovely bowl of Spiced Pear Oatmeal…
1/2 cup oats + 1 cup water
1 egg stirred in
pinch of salt
1 diced pear
drizzle of maple syrup
spoonful of PB
Going in for the $$$ shot…
Honestly, I don’t know if I liked pear in my oatmeal. It was too mushy and smooth. I need more crunch and texture. No worries, I still dominated the bowl.
Lunch was the BEST GRILLED CHEESE SANDWICH I’VE EVER HAD. True fact. However, I hang my head in shame as I bear no pictures of it. Again, no worries because I fully plan on recreating it this week.
I sat around watching Say Yes to the Dress, Parenthood (1989 movie classic) and Keeping Up with the Kardashians, running to Target and the grocery store and just hangin’ with the fam. They deserve the ultimatest of awards for putting up with me day in and day out, really.
Apparently, my camera tells me I enjoyed two M&M cookies at some point.
Perhaps it was a glass (or two) of shiraz cabernet from Daddy E.’s wine cabinet and an omega-3, veggie-filled dinner that really jumpstarted the return of my old self?
2 handfuls spring mix
Wee Willy’s Red French dressing (the best!)
two pieces grilled baguette
Or maybe not? I think the nutritiousness of this meal was negated by the two large bowls of vanilla bean ice cream topped with more M&M cookies + raspberry jelly I consumed. But then again, the ice cream may also be doubly negated by the five-mile walk my mom, sister + I took after dinner.
I told you I’ve been a bit neurotic.
Anyways, after less than a day and a half at home, I hit the road early this morning back to Madison. I didn’t want to leave Mama, Daddy + sissies but a gal has got to honor her social schedule, no?
Peanut butter + raspberry jelly toast on sprouted grain bread and a Starbucks coffee for the road…
And then it came.
Passing by the 1970’s-style Family Pioneer Restaurant in Harrisville, the bright sunlight of this fine Wisconsin spring day shone down on my crusty, still-yet-to-be-washed face, the wind rustled through my frizzy hair, and I returned.
Me. The me I’ve missed for the month of April.
In all her obnoxious glory, she sang at the top of her pre-pubescent 13-year-old boy lungs to the sounds of British wonder Fyfe Dangerfield and proclaimed, “I can’t help it if I’m happy. I can’t help it if I’m happy not to be sad.” Because really, is there any better reason to just be happy?
With that, the happy, optimistic, fun and silly Holly returned.
Thank the sweet Lord.
Then, I listened to this song on repeat for the next hour and a half back to Madison. Because when you find that small sliver of joy and hope – whatever it may be – you hold onto it as long as you can. In fact, I am listening to this song for the 42nd time right now as I type this.
After an hour-long kundalini yoga date with Ilsa back in Madison, us ladies decided to continue the detoxification process and fill ourselves with good bacteria, sea minerals and heart-healthy fish.
Starting with the good bacteria, miso soup…
…then some sea minerals in the form of seaweed salad with sesame ginger dressing…
…and finally, per the decision of the sushi chef, I ended up with a spicy tuna roll, avocado roll and yellowfin tuna + chive roll…
Detoxed and devoured.
Afterwards, we made a quick run to Trader Joe’s for some goods. Yoga, sushi + Trader Joe’s? If Ilsa were a guy, I would marry her. Like right now.
As if this all weren’t enough, I met up with an old friend of mine who I haven’t seen in years. This only improved my already happy day 10-fold, because Justin is the bestest. I don’t even know what to say about this kid. What I can say is he is one of my best supporters, sends my self-esteem soaring through the roof and is going to famous himself one day. Mark my words.
Now that I have successfully gushed my guts out in this post, I will end by saying I just devoured a falafel salad alongside a banana + AB.
But no picture was taken. Mostly because I ate it too fast.
Clearly, I am back to my old self.