relaxed and serene.

ah, yes. back from the long weekend feeling refreshed and well-rested.  by midday i’ll be feeling like i never had a weekend.

saturday we went to the opera.  “lucia di lammemoor” is the one we saw and it was very good.  the Brit loved the fact that it took place in Scotland but yet everyone was named lucia, edgardo, and raimondo. we were the youngest ones there as expected and all the oldies were in full grouch mode, complaining about every little thing – the lights, the seat numbers, the time, etc , etc.  i wonder if i’ll get like that when i’m old.  can’t wait.

sunday we went to the Imax to see “watchmen.”  being a movie based on a comic book,  i fully expected the crowd to be on the dorky side and i was not disappointed!  the brit, the kiwi and i got there an hour early,  secured a place in the queue and proceeded to play with our nintendos.  we looked like tecchie nerds but we were not even close to the other geeks surrounding us.  the kiwi swore he saw two or three cute ones but i told him that he can’t count us.  the movie was okay.  very violent and lots of unnecessary blood and guts. 

monday we were ultimate lazy lumps and did nothing.  hey wait,  i actually did chores!  i did two loads of laundry and some dishes!  i made sure the brit recognised my achievements.  i even worked out.  i’m so good. but for the parts in between, we stayed in and watched TV,  played Wii and ate food.  lovely.

vegan life is going well. i’m actually feeling very good and quite healthy.  i may actually try to maintain some aspects of it after easter since i’m feeling so good.  i’m dying for a piece of cheese though.  i almost bought soy cheese at the supermarket but couldn’t bring myself to try it.  sounds gross.   loaded up on fake hot dogs and tofu though. 

have i mentioned that i have the best husband in the world?  i was such a grouchy pants yesterday but he still cooked me a lovely breakfast. he so deserves the vacuum i’m getting him for his annivesary gift.  seriously, that’s what he wants. first the iron for christmas, now this.  nothing says i love you like a dyson handheld vacuum.   oh yeah, if you talk to the Brit, don’t tell him.  i mentioned that i would get it for him (he excitedly said “do you want me to send you the link??!!”  -  i felt like friggin’ santa claus) but i think maybe he’s forgotten.

fruit overload.

i ate way too much fruit yesterday.  i didn’t think it was possible to have too much of something healthy but i felt horrible by the time i got home. i almost died on the elliptical machine (which would have been ironic because i was listening to Maroon 5 “harder to breathe”). the Brit came home, and when i whined about my funny tummy he shook his head and wagged his finger at me and told me that i need to show restraint.  I have come to the conclusion that being healthy is actually not good for you.

i’ve limited myself to one peach, one apple and one banana today.  i got a tin of tomato soup for lunch which in theory sounded good this morning.  in reality,  as i glopped it into my bowl, i knew that i couldn’t be more wrong.  it looked like ketchup  and pretty much tasted like it.   yum.  i proudly emailed the Brit to tell him that i had limited my fruit intake and was having a bowl of tomato soup for lunch instead and he said that a tomato is a fruit.  bah!

 

cheater.

i ate an almond croissant on sunday. i couldn’t help it. i know the thing is loaded with eggs, and butter and all sorts of animal product goodness but the Brit woke up extra early and bought them right when the bakery opened so they were still warm when he got them home. how could i resist?  they were so good. i ate every last guilty crumb.  usually i leave some bits for the husband to mop up but not this time.  my mother would be so disappointed in me…which is why i didn’t call her this weekend.  i’m bad at lying, and i know she’ll ask if i’ve been good at keeping up my lenten promise. i’ll be able to feel the guilt seeping through the phone. my parents have it easy. they eat fish (i’m allergic to fish and seafood).  and i say to them “but fish is an animal.”  and they say “fish is not an animal, fish is a fish.” how can you argue with that logic?  and really, it’s just not worth it. i’ve learned to pick my battles with my parents.  so while i’m eating my leafy salads and fake meat for dinner, my parents are having lobster and fish and chips and i won’t say a word.  my mom tried to feed me tuna when i was kid.  she said it’s more like chicken so i should be okay. the projectile vomit proved otherwise.  but again this year, my mother insists that i should try tuna again – that i shouldn’t be so stubborn. see, i’m asian and she thinks it’s not right that an asian is allergic to seafood.  it’s tantamount to an Irishman being allergic to Guinness. she’s always slipping in some sort of fish juice or shrimp into my dinner to “condition” my body to it.  it never works.  after 30 years, you think she’d stop trying. my food allergy leads me to another amusing anecdote.  i was telling someone here i was allergic (they looked devastated when i turned down some free sushi in the kitchen).  and this is how the rest of the day went;
“so if you’re allergic, does that mean you can’t eat oysters?”
“i can’t eat any seafood or fish. no oysters for me.”
“can you eat shark?”
“no”
“wow.  can you eat eel?”
“no”
“how about scallops?”
“no.  no seafood.”
“that’s crazy! how about crab?  they sometimes come on land, don’t they?”
“no. that’s seafood.”
“how about sea urchin?”
“NO! and if i could, i doubt i would anyway. it looks gross.”
“how about caviar?”
“no, because it’s fish.”
seriously,  he goes through every living organism in the sea.  and finally he asks me
“can you eat tuna?  i mean, because it tastes like chicken really.”
“have you been talking to my mother?”