The Final Fifty











{February 26, 2013}   Vegetables and I: A Brief History

It took me until the end of last year to finally suck it up and start learning to eat vegetables. You heard that right, last year. After I turned 33 years old.

But wait, I can explain. At least, sort of. Growing up, vegetables came out of a bag in my grandmothers freezer, were dumped unceremoniously into a corning wear baking dish, and nuked in the microwave into soggy, bitter, tasteless oblivion. They were mush, and they did NOT taste good. And her and my mom tried to get me to like them, but to no avail. It’s not my mom’s fault, she worked a lot and didn’t have time to cook a good, homemade dinner every night.

And, of course, no one is responsible for me not trying vegetables other places, or after I became an adult, except me. But I didn’t for years.

This year something changed, and when DBF and friends swore to me on a stack of holy nerd tomes that vegetables could really taste good, I took them up on the challenge and have been trying things out bit by bit. So far my favorites, aside from carrots and corn (which I’ve always been more or less ok with), are green beans, squash, asparagus, and sweet potatoes.

My favorite thing about veggies? You can eat such a large volume of them without overdoing it on the calories. A medium sweet potato, which is pretty damn big, only has 100 calories in it (not to mention they’re loaded with fiber and other good stuff)! I couldn’t finish dinner tonight.

The last few days I’ve been totally worn out, not to mention busy, so I wasn’t able to fit in any dancing, but I got back on the wagon today with an hour of tap. I also found my large elastic bands, so I started doing these strengthening exercises for my feet. I hope they will help lessen the foot pain and cramping I sometimes get, as well as expedite the increase in strength that the dancing is helping. But it was good to get back to dancing. I felt more sluggish, even after only two days (and thats even with dancing at rehearsal.)

Tomorrow I go back to the wrist specialist to find out what the MRI has revealed (if anything.)

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