I wrote this on Sunday 9/25, but didn't post it until today 9/27
Laundry day. Just like every other Sunday. I actually had
some protein before I came here this time so I’m not in such an unpleasant
mood. It’s surprisingly calm here today. Not very many people doing laundry which means less children, thankfully. I see people here who carry 1-3 huge bags of laundry from who knows how
far away. It makes me thankful that I only have myself to take care of. No
significant others, no children, just me. Just one little apartment split down
the middle and just one small bag of laundry to waddle down the street.
This weekend has been yet another fun one. Friday night I
went out with Daniel and Joey and some of their friends. Emily didn’t come this
time so it was nice to be able to socialize without her support. We went to a
rooftop party with an amazing view. It rained on us but I was more than happy about it. I didn’t come
home until 3am, but it was a really good time and I even had a hilarious
conversation with a stranger on the subway (don’t kill me, mom).
Saturday I woke up early… unfortunately. The Bagel Store in
Williamsburg with the rainbow bagels also has a plethora of amazing bagels and
cream cheeses, so we headed there for brunch. I had a pumpkin bagel with pumpkin
cream cheese because ‘tis the season. The pumpkin wasn’t too overbearing; it
was just perfect. It also wasn’t sweet like a muffin. It was savory and hardy.
Emily had a cinnamon sugar bagel with Nutella and it looked amazing.
We were originally planning on getting noodles for lunch,
but there was an Italian street carnival/fair going on for the weekend in
Little Italy so we went there instead. There was a carousel, there were fair
games, there were cannoli’s and pastries left and right. There was lasagna and
baked ziti and alfredo and pizza and calzones. It all looked and smelled
AMAZING. However, we weren’t really feeling pasta so we got chicken sausage
with peppers on a giant hoagie roll. It was so good. I haven’t had amazing
bread since I left Oregon (because it’s expensive and I don’t have room for the
baking ingredients, not because of a lack of amazing bread here) and I’m not
normally into peppers, but I have no complaints about this delicious Italian
sandwich. Afterwards we went to Blessed Buy, which is a local thrift shop and I
got a real winter jacket; New York, bring on the cold.
Today we got up a little later (thank goodness) and headed
to Manhattan for $1 pizza. Honestly pizza has always been one of my favorite
foods so I have it rather often here, especially for only $1. However, the main
dish of the day was soft serve ice cream in a churro cone. We waited around an
hour for this bakery to open and finish baking their churros. Everyone in there
was very nice, let us pre order, and was very happy to help us. The ice cream I
got was coated in rainbow sprinkles and the churro had chocolate ganache in it.
Mine and Emma’s joke, whenever I get an absurd ice cream cone, is “diabetes,
no… happy diabetes”. And let me tell you, with a churro cone, it’s as happy as
I could be.
Although I love eating sweets and carbs and fat, it’s only a
weekend thing for me. My goal is to eventually do a 12-hour hike, and eating
more than 2 sugary/bready meals a week won’t help me get closer to my goals.
I’m going to the gym 2-4 days a week doing legs, abs/arms, legs some more, and
cardio. I’ve come to realize that people go to the gym to look a certain way,
to be able to talk about going to the gym, or to brag about what they can lift.
I’ve come to realize (after 5 years) that I’m going to look however I’m going
to look. There isn’t one body type that says “healthy”, there’s heath on many
different body types. I no longer base my goals on a number or a look. I base
my goals on physical ability and capability. I’m excited to see the places my
body will take me.
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