So, remember back at the beginning of the year when y’all were all high on black eyed peas and Auld Lang Syne? Remember how y’all were all busy posting about your New Year’s resolutions? Resolutions like “Avoid all processed foods and save orphans in Somalia”? And “Grow my own wheat grass for juicing and weaving into clothes”? Do you remember those posts, my internetist friends?
And all while I was proud that I had resolved not to eat Milanos in my bed. Or at least not on my side of the bed.
And remember how I then felt guilty for being such a slacker and not making any good resolutions like y’all’s, so much so that I finally relented and declared that I was going to take care of business and schedule all the doctor and dentist appointments I’d been putting off. Remember, my pushy blogger friends? Remember?
Well, now you’ve done it because now I have to actually do what I said. And it’s ALL YOUR FAULT!
I am spending the day at UCLA Medical Center getting everything (and I do mean EVERYTHING) checked. And that means, not only am I going to get poked, prodded and manhandled for 6 straight hours FOR MY OWN GOOD, but more importantly, I’m going to miss my run!
So, thank you blogger friends. Thank you for making me a responsible adult woman. Oh, and possibly saving my life. I love you.
But watch your backs.
Happy Running!
P.S. Could we change the whole “traditional” New Year’s food? I mean, come on, black eyed peas are just gross. How about blackberry pie? Or blackened orange roughy? Or Johnny Walker Black? Just sayin’.
Mom, ultrarunner, four-time US 24 Hour National Team member, adventure athlete, food writer. Graduate of the Pro Cooking Program at the New School of Cooking, Los Angeles. Will run for food.
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Black-eyed peas must be only a southern tradition for New Year’s. I seem to recall for Chinese New Year, they eat 5 grapes. Yeah… big whoop.
Well, then I think I will move up North so I don’t have to eat them anymore. Blech. They’re all chalky and disgusting. I vote for jelly beans instead.
I’m down for blueberry pie. Also- I’m asian, never heard of black-eyed peas for new years. We have hotpot and dumplings and oranges and fish… and sticky rice cake…… now I’m hungry.
I get the guilts about doing all those things every so often and last year I finally got them all sorted. But nothing ever goes smoothly in the medical world and my doctor screwed up my Pap smear. So I have to go through the indignities again. Oh joy!
Hope your day goes really well and they find nothing to be alarmed about.
I’m finally understanding that black eyed peas are a southern thing. I just assumed everyone ate them. Lucky y’all that you never had to eat them! 🙂
Thank you, Char! I screwed up the date and have to go back tomorrow! Aggggghhhhhhhh!!!! Oh well, such is life 🙂
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