What I Ate Wednesday, we meet again. Hope your week is off to a good start. Amanda was musing the other day about how our concept of a weekend changes as we get older and swap cartoons for errands and to-do lists. For those of us who work on the weekends, it can further complicate our sense of what day it is—not to mention what the name of a day really means. 

Between Back-to-School ads and the upcoming 10-year reunion I am mostly likely not going to, I’ve been thinking  about my high school classes lately. Creative Writing was always my favorite, and I got a lot out of English. My sophomore year, we did our Existentialism unit in late winter/early spring, which is basically the most depressing time of the year. All I really remember was that my main takeaway was, “Well, if this is all meaningless and arbitrary, may as well make the best of it?”

Anyway, I kind of feel that way now about days of the week—at least as this point in my life and career. A day is a day is a day. Maybe one day I’ll remember  what a weekend is supposed to feel like, but it’s been a while.

This past Saturday was spent working at the hospital. I actually don’t mind the weekends because it’s quieter and easier to get everything done. I also find patients are really chatty, which can be hilarious. My favorite from that day was when a patient told me that husbands are like pancakes: You usually have to throw the first one out.

I usually pack a lot of good food to get me through the day. Here’s what was on the menu this week:

• Breakfast: Greek yogurt with blueberries, coconut flour, and flax with a little cereal on the side for crunch.
• Lunch: Salad with sardines.
• Snacks: An unpictured apple; a new-to-me Gnu bar flavor; Dunkin Donuts coffee; a sweet potato with chocolate goat cheese and raspberry jam when I got home (oh, PMS cravings—the weirdness never ceases to amaze me)

Dinner was a bowl of chili I’d made the day before that was based off this recipe, only I used red kidney beans instead of red lentils and added some black garlic pulled pork.

Before bed, I had a sliced banana with a little peanut butter. Never gets old.

What was your favorite (or least favorite) class in high school? What are your weekends like now? 

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