Though I quit drinking the day after Super Bowl (for the sake of my health; I wasn’t sleeping well for a long time and decided maybe a full detox for a few months would help- so far, so good!)… here’s a Yuzu Collins I made while I wrapped gifts, in my gold-rimmed coupe glass with an apple star. Super simple, so simple I don’t remember what was in it. Gin, yuzu jelly I got in San Francisco… I don’t remember what else. It was tasty and it made the wrapping go faster (I’m an expert wrapper, so it didn’t suffer at least).
I’ve lost all steam on my rant, and can’t even remember what I wanted to rant anyway. In the mornings on my way to work, I think about what I might write that night. By the time my day is done – after I’ve gone for a run, worked a full day at the office, had a strength training session or gone to Zumba or kettlebells or whatever that day’s torture I mean exercise is, walked the dog twice in there somehow, fed myself somewhat healthily, packed my gym bag for the next day (which includes figuring out what to wear to the office plus jewelry and other accessories), then sat down to write… well, I’ve plum forgotten what I wanted to say.
I can tell you that what’s weighing heavily on my mind lately are two topics that are extremely far removed from food – sexism, and inappropriate touching (totally separate topics for my purposes, though obviously related). The former comes a little too close to politics for me to discuss comfortably in a public forum (though my thoughts have nothing to do with the elections), the latter is just so not-happy-bubbly, not the way I present myself, not things I want to really think about in depth but there they’ve been, circling my mind like a vulture hoping to swoop in and take a nibble. It’ll come. I’ve been thinking about it… it’ll be written.
Just not tonight. 7:30 am strength training tomorrow because I’m insane and embarking on an intense 3 week journey into crazytown.
Wish me luck! I’m still sore from my first kettlebell class yesterday. And Zumba today.