A Very Berry Explosion

So this complete change in eating habits is taking its toll elsewhere in my world. I haven't turned the TV on since Monday. I spend less money, obviously. I come home in the evening and, dear God, I am domestic. I piddle around in the kitchen. A person who hates washing dishes, I find it almost relaxing. Hell, I even have a dishwasher now but I need some of these dishes over and over in the process.

Mostly, though, I am feeling it. The feeling I've wanted. Home. Adult. All that, really. And more. And I am sure that I'll not be able to explain it. It has to do with my head and a lack of consistency and chronology.

But it's happening.

I bitch and moan about not getting to eat crap anymore. But I do feel better. I tackled this for health and sanity reasons, but I am also slimming down a bit, too. Great side affect.

But lord how my inexperience can show!

This morning I was already running late. I woke late and I had to iron a shirt, too. So I'm hustling round the house trying to get all my ducks in a row.

I peel two hard boiled eggs, throw the whites in the blender along with some frozen strawberries and blueberries, ice and water. Turn it on and it pseudo-blends for a second or two and then won't pull anything else down into the choppers.

I should mention here that I am not always the brightest bulb in the box. And I was late, damnit!

So I grab a large spoon and begin to push the guts down into the choppers. They suddenly chop at the spoon and kerplooey! yummy smoothie is suddenly everywhere!! In my hair. All, and I mean allllll over my freshly pressed shirt. The kitchen is just that quickly painted purple!

Now, you'd think I woulda been very late to work. Nope. That's the uplifting part of the story. Right. On. Time.

So, yeah. I've got tons to learn.

But I took some of those berries to work for my snack and lemme tell ya, I damn near had an orgasm over the kerpow of flavour in my mouth! Everyone wanted what I was having and we spent the next hour talking about When Harry Met Sally!

It sounds so odd, I know, coming from a woman 35 years old, but I feel so grown up. Fuckin psychosis. But I am liking this feeling much.