Dancing to Recovery

The ugly truth.

2009-08-19T13:45:00.000-07:00

This post has been a long time coming, I'm afraid. And I doubt it's going to come as a surprise to many of you, but this will be my last post on this blog - if not indefinitely, for a very long time. I've been thinking about it for awhile, and the mass-exodus of other bloggers in the past couple weeks has finally made up my mind.

I started "Dancing to Recovery" with the intention of getting support and a chance to see my recovery in a new light. And, for awhile, it did exactly that. But I've grown tired of the negativity that has taken ahold of the ED blogosphere, and the last thing I need is to get swept up in it.

As I write this, I'm in the middle of a minor relapse. And I know I can snap out of it, but I need to stop relying on blogging as a crutch and figure out how to deal with things like this in real life.

I'm sorry if this comes across as harsh. I don't want to offend anyone. You girls have helped me get through some terribly rough times, and I'm so, so grateful to all of you.

But as I head into the next few years of my life in college (the "best" years of my life, some would say) I've realized how much I need change. I need a life that doesn't revolve around obsessing about everything I put in my mouth and the minutes of exercise I do to make up for it. I need to get out in the open air and sunshine - not stay in my room in front of a computer screen.

I need to learn to fight, love, and live fully.

Am I going to stop blogging entirely? Probably not. I'm addicted to writing and photography, now, so I will likely make the switcheroo over to Wordpress and start a new blog with a non-ED focus.

All this said, I'm still always available to anyone who needs support over Facebook, AIM, and email. You've all been there for me, and I want to be there for you, too.

So now, as per usual, I've rambled long enough. I wish all of you the best in recovery, and much love.

~Morgan

Nom?

2009-08-11T09:37:00.000-07:00

Well, looking back on my last few posts, I realized they were entirely devoid of food pornage.

...

*GASP*

So, to reassure you blogettes that I am indeed still enjoying delicious foodicles, and ALOT of them, how about some photog of my recent eats?

Sound good?

Mhmkay. Thought so.

So, to begin:

...what IS that, you ask?

Why, cherry Fage with crumbly graham crackers, of course.
= Cherry creme pie!

Uh. Can you say yum?

(Also - note my snazzy new bowl. Roadtrip purchases ftw.)

Other 'licious snackies have also been consumed, among them:

Cherry Pie Larabar.

With a cold glass of almond milk = perfection.

Review: I know that a lot of bloggers have given this bar the thumbs-down because of its tartness. But I loved it! I think my sweet tooth may be taking a bit of a back-seat, nowadays...(Horror!)

Also, I've rekindled my love for Greek yogurt with a healthy dosage of Fage. Because sometimes Activia just doesn't cut it...
(Kidding, Lauren, m'dear. I'm still an Activia-lover at heart. ;] )

Best snack evaaaarr.

Oh. Baby.
The things I would do to have 113094205 more of these in my fridge.
But they're oh-so-expensive. =[

Lessee. What else?

Oh! Of course!

I madez bread all by me onesy!

Yup. Well, with the help of a machine....but still.

Gosh. I love the versatility of bread. It's like a blank canvas.

You can toast it, throw some jam on it, and pair it with yoggie and fruit...And voila! Breakfast.

Or smother it in mustard, cheese, ham, lettuce and tomato, add some chips and yogurt-y raisins...And voila! Lunch.

Last but not least, I've been dutifully following my breakfast-for-dinner-at-least-once-a-week rule. See below:

Blue cheese buckwheat waffle with Morgasmic salad.
("Morgasmic" being just another word for "I-can't-remember-what-I-threw-in-there-but-it-was-pretty-dern-delicious".)

In other news: Disneyland.

Yes, it was stressful. Yes, I struggled quite a bit with keeping myself on track. Yes, I didn't quite manage to meet my caloric requirements for most of the days and am paying for it now.

But was it worth it?

Hellz yes.

Between having dessert at the Blue Bayou, the restaurant inside the Pirates of the Caribbean ride:
(HIGHLY recommended, btw. Avoid paying the normal $30/plate for an actual meal. Yikes.)

The atmosphere. (And moi.)

The food: A cookie "boat" topped with 'nilla ice cream and smothered in 23095245 different yummy sauces.
Drooling is permitted.

Being a dork with my (personalized) Mickey Mouse ears:

Hur hur.

Being a dork in general with Kevin:

Tower of Terror.
(Lulz at the couple in the back.)

California Screaming.
Front row = whootwhoot!

And enjoying all the sparkle of Disneyland's famous Electric Parade:

Tink.

Coolest float by far.

...I had an amazing time. Worth every penny.

Can't wait to go back! Supposedly Disneyland at Christmas is pretty effin' spectaculous. Methinks I'll get an annual pass (it's only an hour away from Scripps! SCORE.) and head back around then. *nodnod*

Mhmk. So I know this is turning out to be an epically-long post, and I appreciate those of you who have stuck with my until now, but there's one teeny last thing that's happened since I last updated...

I'M LEGAL NOW!

WATCH OUT. =D

Yup, my Facebook buddies doubtless already know this, but I turned the big "One-eight" on Saturday.

Do I feel any different? Naw.

But supposedly the government says that I can ~~buy porn~~ vote now, which is pretty exciting. None of the other perks of being 18 (buying cigs, for instance. No lung cancer for this girl!) are really appealing.

Still, I guess it's nice to finally be considered an adult.

And birthdays always give me an excuse to do some of my favorite things, among them:

Bonfire-ing on the beach.

Blowing out b-day cake candles.

And enjoying said cake with a hefty scoop of ice cream!

Okay, I think I've blerbed long enough, now. Hope y'all are having a splendifferous day!

Much luffs <3

~M

The happiest place on Earth!

2009-08-01T10:11:00.000-07:00

Hey chicas. =]

So I'm going to be in Disneyland from today until next Tuesday or Wednesday. Thought I'd update y'all so you'd know I'm not dead. But never fear - I'll be back with a nomlicious post chock-full of food porn!

Much luff. <3

~M

Canada likes it on top.

2009-07-25T22:30:00.000-07:00

Hello sugarpants! Gosh - I've missed you girlies bunches!

Sorry this post is late in coming. It seems that whenever I go on vacation to "get away from it all" the "it all" is just waiting to pounce on me when I get back. Like this.

Buuuut I've managed to escape the monotony of work, chores, etc long enough to do a bit of blogging today. Got SO much to update y'all on..

So. First things first - Roadtrippin'.

It was a pretty fanfreakintabulous experience, let me tell you.

Well, actually...telling the WHOLE shebang would take more time and brainpower than I'd like, so we'll just touch upon the highlights, 'kay?

Mmkay.

(Disclaimer: I took well over 200 pictures. I've done my best to whittle them down for y'all, but still...there is an avalanche of photography coming your way. You have been warned.)

But first, a brief summary:

So..Mum and I started off in NorCal where we live, made our merry way up through Oregon and Washington, kicked back a few days in Victoria, Canada and then moseyed back down Highway 101 towards Cali.

All in 9 days.

Phew.

Alrighty. And now here goes my best effort to chronicle our escapades through photography..

California

Goodgraciousme. If you've never been to The Avenue of the Giants in Northern Cali, you are seriously missing out. These trees are freakin' ginormicous.

They're so big, in fact, that I created that special adjective JUST FOR THEM.

Sigh. And redwoods smell so deliciously pine-y, too.
I want to go back..

And another fun/relatively unknown way to get a good look at California's hidden beauty - the Skunk Train.

(Named not because it runs on skunk juice, but because it runs on diesel, which I guess some people think smells icky. I personally love the smell of diesel. Don't judge.)

Cuter than Thomas. That's for sure.

View from the front.

Oregon

God, this state is beautiful. I seriously mean it. It felt like we were driving through a post card. PLUS they fill up your gas for you. Sweeeeet.

Anyhow.

On the way up, we stopped by Crater Lake, which was...wow.

Photos don't do it justice.
At all.

We also saw this fabulous sunset. Postcard-tastic.

Then, on our way back to Cali, we stumbled upon what was undoubtedly the highlight of the trip. It went something like this.

"...a walk-through safari? AGHMOMSTOPTHECAR!"

*SCREEEEECH*

We miiight have worn down a half inch of tread with that little maneuver.
But honestly...the tire damage was so. worth. it.

Allow me to explain.

Yes, those are lion cubs.

Yes, I got to hold one.

Oh lordy. I thought I was going to have a cutegasm.
But there were little kiddies around so I managed to control myself.

...er.

Moving on.

Baby opossum!
I know. Some people think they're gross.
But I think they're just misunderstood.

Daddy lion.

Tiger being...tiger-y.

White tiger.

Zebras.

~~Exceptionally large guinea pigs~~ Capybaras.

Deer.

Baby leopard!
He was a feisty little guy. Didn't get a chance to hold him. =/

We also spent some time in Seaside on our way back. Seriously adorable little town.

Me looking cold.

And, of course, when we realized it was along our route, we HAD to stop here:

Fresh cheese and ice cream?

Uhm. Yes please.

Washington

When we made it to Washington, things reeeeally began to cool down.

Brr.

But it was nice and toasty inside this building here.

I always thought the Space Needle looked like a UFO on stilts.

...is that just me?

Later, we visited my dad's godmother at her home in Dupont, where I FINALLY got a chance to take a walk and stretch my legs.

And you know what that means...

Flower photog!
C'mon. You know you dig it too. ;P

Canada

We decided to ferry our car from Anacortes, Washinton into Sidney, BC. Fascinating experience.

(Hint: It's fun to pull out your GPS and watch it freak out when it realizes your car's immediate location is in a large body of water. Do it sometime.)

On the boat, they had all sorts of neat merchandise. Including this. Heehee.

Mum disapproved. Wah.

Once in Canada, we wound up utterly befuddled. 95 kilometers per hour? 14 degrees celcius? And let's not get into currency conversions. Holy mackerel.

Needless to say, we basically collapsed on our hotel room beds and watched Canadian TV for the rest of the night. (Which is, for the record, awesome. Lovin' the Tim Hortons commercials.)

But the next day we woke up bright and early and ready for adventure! The metric system could not daunt our determination!

Uh. Yeah. So we started with a tour of the Craigdarroch Castle, which was absolutely stunning. And I got to play a sooper old Steinway piano. =]

*swoon*

We fueled up on candy bars at the gift store, because chocolate and peanuts are pretty much the best form of nutrition on Earth.

Mouthgasm in a package.

Then we moved along to the Buchart Gardens.

I'll just let the pictures speak for themselves..

I assure you, there's about 120934603460936 more. But I'm practicing a little self control here. Just for you guys. =]

So after traipsing around the gardens for 2 hours, we were famished. Thankfully, we had reservations at the Fairmont Empress for high tea.

For those of you that don't know - high tea is basically an excuse to dress up and act prissy while you devour little sandwiches and pastries and lightly sip expensive teas.

And I loved it.

The ladies.

The food.
Yum.

Mmkay. And that's the end of my photo spiel.

So, it may seem like I had little time to listen to ED's petty annoyances on this trip, but the truth is...I did worry quite a bit. There was a lot of heavy food and a lot of sitting in the car. I was SURE I had gained at least a few pounds.

So imagine my shock when I hopped on the scale at home and it told me the same thing it did last time.

I maintained.

But you know what? That's okay.

I went back to my nutritionist this week, and we re-evaluated my frame size. She had previously put down "medium", which would mean I'd need to be at least 117 pounds to be at a healthy weight. But we re-did the test and I'm actually "small", so I could be anywhere from 105-117 and be fine.

And since I'm right smack in the middle of that range, I don't need to gain anymore.

HUZZAH.

The only drawback of this is that I need to be extra-careful with my bones and calcium intake, now. She says it's very likely I still have bone-thinning (osteopenia) from the abuse I put my body through, and that coupled with the fact that I already have a smaller frame puts me at high risk for fractures.

Yikes.

But hey - I'm all for more dairy. Yummm. Bring on the calcium!

Hmm. What other news am I forgetting..?

Oh!

Got my nose pierced!

Yeah, a bit of a spur-of-the-moment decision. I actually wanted to get a tattoo done this summer (I've designed it already - will show in a later post), but Mum and I talked about it and we decided I need to take more time to think about it before I get it done. I was a little bummed out, though, so we started talking less permanent/reversible options...and voila!

It stung a bit, but I'm overall happy about how it turned out. =]

Wow. Sorry, I know this was a long post. I certainly don't blame you if you skimmed it. Next one will be less all-over-the-place. I promise.

So it's bedtime for me, now. But lastly - is anyone willing to do a mail exchange? I've given up finding more PB&Co flavors here, and don't really want to order a bajillion jars online. So if anyone is willing to buy a jar or two (I'm especially interested in White Chocolate Wonderful - yum!) and do an exchange for some Larabars, let me know!

Luff you girls! I'll catch up on commenting in the morning. <3

Raising the Bar

2009-07-02T19:59:00.000-07:00

Tadaaaa! The bar post is here, as promised! And not a moment too soon, since I'm leaving in a few days for (what my brother calls) America's hat.

Or, y'know...Canada.

Hur hur.

Kidding, y'all. I love Canadians! And I can't wait to FINALLY get out of the U.S. for once. It'll be a great change and I'll be sure to document the whole roadtrip experience for ya when I return. ;]

Okay. Enough silliness. Let's get down to business.

...

TO DEFEAT.

THE HUNSSSSS.

HUAH!

Sorry. Couldn't resist.
That song is irresistible. =P

Mhmk. Let's do this.
*cracks knuckles*

Without further ado, I present review numero uno: Gnu Foods Chocolate Brownie Bar.

Uhm, chocolate?
So far so good...

Huh. Looks strangely like poo in a wrapper...
But looks aren't everything!

The spiel: Since I've been on something of a fiber kick recently, I figured I'd give these bars a shot. At only 140 cals each, they're a decent size and clock in at a whopping 12g of fiber. That's nearly half your daily recommended amount.

Tasty?: Yesyesyes! I loved the chocolatey-ness of this bar. It's like a brownie Zbar, but more intense. And since I'm an intense girl, I give it 4/5 cupcakes. =P
Can't wait to get my hands on the other flavors!

Next up...Cliff Mojo Peanut Butter Pretzel Bar.

Tip: add some berry lovin' and you've got yerself a pretty fab snack.

The spiel: Peanut butter filled pretzels were pretty much my favorite childhood snacky, so when I saw this bar at Safeway, I snagged it with glee. It's got the same-ish nutrition as a normal Cliff bar - 200 cals, good amount of protein, etc.

Tasty?: Oh. Lordy. *swoon*
It's everything I expected...and more. Perfect sweet+salty heaven. 5/5 cupcakes, hands down.
Just wish it wasn't so dern expensive! *grumble grumble*

Okydokes. On to #3! Coconut Cream Pie Larabar.

The spiel: Since this Larabar flavor has practically generated its own religion in here in blogland, I was stoked to find one in my free Larabar sampler I got awhile back. Great nutrition, as per usual for Larabars - 200 cals, good amount of fiber, and only 5 ingredients.

Tasty?: Sigh. I hate to be a Debbie Downer, but this bar disappointed. I really thought I'd fall in love it after hearing so many positive reviews, but it had this strange, almost chemical-y aftertaste to it that ruined the initial lovely coconut flavor. 1/5 cupcakes.

...sorry, Larabar! I never did think I'd meet a bar from you I didn't like. =/

Ah well. Moving on to this bad boy: Odwalla Mocha-walla Bar.

*munch*

The spiel: Coffee in bar form? I was skeptical, but decided that, since Odwalla can practically do no wrong, it'd be okay to try. Nutrition-wise, it's 210 cals and mostly carbs, but I'm a carboholic anyhow so...what gives?

Tasty?: Undoubtedly love at first bite. I don't drink much coffee, but I could totally dig this bar. Odwalla, you have shown me the light - that coffee+chocolate = mouthgasm.
5/5 cupcakes. I'm a convert. =]

Annnd bringing up the rear we have: Fiber One Bars.

Oats and choccie bar keepin' my Chobbywob (Kiki!) and apricot company.

Stripped-down chocolatey goodness.
Mhmmhmm.

Oats and caramel bar + grapeygrapes.
Self explanatory, really.

I like to call this a "nom shot".

(Def: photo taken whilst nomming. =D)

Best for last, of course.
Microed O&C bar+'nilla ice cream+apricots.
To.die.for.

Nom shot!

The spiel: Okay, I know the idea of fiber makes a lot of people cringe, but really - it will make your intestines a happy camper. Having heard good things about these suckers, I grabbed a few boxes at Safeway. Decent nutrition - 140 cals and 35% your daily fiber in each bar. Not bad.

Tasty?: Yum. Like the infamous Quaker Chewy bars, but bigger and a whole lot better for you! I couldn't even tell they were fiber-packed. May be too sweet for some, but my infamous high tolerance for sugar could handle it.
4.5/5 cupcakes - will defo be a future staple snack.

Whelp, that's all I got for now. Off to work in a few, and then packing after.

I'll miss you chicas! Hope y'all have a fantabulous next couple weeks and a sooper happy 4th of July!

Shenanigans.

2009-06-26T09:45:00.000-07:00

So I'm sure most of you are wondering what the eff was up with my last post, eh?

Well, given that this blog is all about honesty anyhow, I don't feel any qualms about explaining everything. It'd seem silly to hold back, really. And...who knows? I might feel better after writing it down. Getting it out of my system.

Okay. First things first.

Father's Day weekend was...chaotic. If you hadn't already noticed, I don't talk about my dad a whole lot, here. Reason? He's bipolar (annd SURPRISE SURPRISE...not taking his meds) and has a narcissistic personality - a combination that made my childhood hell and significantly contributed to my ED. My parents eventually split up after one of his psychotic breakdowns, and my mum took me away to live with her.

So...by the time this Father's Day had rolled around, I hadn't seen my dad in over a year.

While I'm not exactly comfortable being around him, I felt that it'd be only right to share that day with him - to spend some time together before I head off to college.

What I didn't realize is that I was entirely emotionally unprepared to deal with who he's become.

To say he's let himself go is a hefty understatement.

He looks downright awful.

Cue, of course, the little voice in my head that loves to blather about how everything's MY fault.

"You shouldn't have left him to himself. He needs someone to take care of him. Just look at what's happened! You're a terrible, selfish bitch. You have every reason to feel guilty."

I cried myself to sleep that night, which made me feel even more silly and childish. I know now that I just needed to talk to someone, but it was so much easier to isolate myself and ride out the emotions.
So I did. And it was miserable.

Ugh. I'm actually still having a hard time rationalizing that voice. Not sure what to do about it.
Not sure if I CAN do anything about it.

Oh, but the crazy train doesn't stop here.

I also found out that my mom insured my tuition at Scripps..."just in case" I don't make it through (aka relapse during) the school year.

Wow. Thanks for having faith in me, mom.

*sigh*

Well, I think I've been on enough of a negativity kick for now. Let's switcheroo to some more positive topics, shall we?

Hmmhmm. So what ~~other trouble have I managed to get into~~ else have I been up to, recently?

(In no particular order.)

1. Chopping off my long, gorgeous locks.

Not as bad as it sounds, actually!

2. Taking Mum out to the the ball game.

Nah, she's not pissy or anything.
Just caught with a mouth full of Cheetos. =D

GO GIANTS GO.

3. And indulging in this place afterwards.

My only love.

Left - Mine. Key lime pie.
Right - Mum's. Black & white.

Yes, I decapitate my cupcakes.

*mouthgasm*

4. (Speaking of which..) More cupcaking with friends!

We're so awesome, we defy the laws of gravity!

(Either that or I just can't figure out how to rotate the damn picture. >=I)

Our creativity knew no bounds.
...and by that, I mean pop rocks and dinosaur sprinkles were involved. =D

5. Expanding my breakfast and dessert horizons.

Mango+bloobs+Kashi GLC = one happy Morgy.

'Nilla ice cream with mango and trail mix makes a lovely presentation.

And even lovelier taste.

..want a bite? ;]

6. Making fantastical new discoveries at my local Whole Foods.

You can just IMAGINE how ecstatic I was.
I practically skipped around the store. =D

This is quite possibly the best thing I've ever put in my mouth.

(....those of you with dirty minds - GO. AWAY. -_- )

7. Basically just enjoying the heck out of the sounds, smells, tastes, and colors of summer.

It's like the sun was condensed into flower form.
Pertyperty.

Well, that's all I can dig out of my brain for now. Next up - bar reviews! Keep a heads up for that post.

Although...I regret to say it may or may not be around for awhile. Mum and I are leaving on the 3rd for a roadtrip to Canada, and coming back the 12th. I'll do my best to get it out before then, but no promises. =/

Mhmk. I think I've rambled long enough for today..

Love you girls! And thank you so much for your incredible support and sweet comments on my last post. It meant a lot to me. <3

Hiatus.

2009-06-22T14:46:00.000-07:00

Yeah, I'm sorry guys. I'm really struggling in a lot of my relationships and blogging needs to take a backseat for awhile. I'll be back once I sort everything out.

Please feel free to email me for any reason - morgimiester@yahoo.com

Much love. <3

~M

P.S. And just so I'm not entirely disappointing, here's a link to the songs I've recorded so far. I'll be adding more periodically, so keep checking in!

Sunny day, sweepin' the clouds away...

2009-06-15T18:00:00.000-07:00

Some of you may recognize the title of this post as an excerpt from the Sesame Street theme song - a merry little tune that has long evoked memories of childhood for those who once watched the show.

However, what you may NOT know is that Sesame Street is now the longest-running children's program on American television (having made it's debut in 1969). And, as such, its audience now reflects a variety of ages, ethnicities, and social backgrounds.

(Triviaaaa! I enjoy it...what can I say? ;])

For me, a once-avid viewer, the lyrics immediately call to mind vibrantly-hued muppets - all sporting distinct personalities: the comic duo of grumpy Bert and trouble-making Ernie, the enormous, hopelessly naive Big Bird, and furry, lovable Grover.

However, today's subject is of a darker nature...

Think monsters.

Didn't see this comin', didja? ;D

So...how is all this muppet-talk relevant, you ask? And what does the Cookie Monster have to do with anything?

You'll see. Allow me to show you.

First, reimagine the above image. Like this.

Can you see the resemblance?

And now, convert it to reality.

*slurp*

...still lost?

Hmm. Remember how my last post was a tribute to all things savory?

Well, it was a bit TOO much savory.
For Morgan, anywho.
And so, shortly after hitting the "publish post" button, she was found back in the kitchen with her three best friends:

Flour
Sugar
Butter

There were, of course, a few other ingredients that joined the party. But really, who gives?

Okay, okay. I suppose they're sort of important...
If you want to know more, click here.
(Note: I subbed out the raisins for mixed dried fruit, and the cookies still turned out splendifferously.)

Otherwise, hop on the cookie train and hold on - it's a wild ride!

ChuggachuggachuggachuggaCHOOCHOO.

Mix mix mix.

Splat splat splat.

Bake bake bake.

Wait wait wait.

(They.took.FOREVER.to.cool.down. -_-)

Nom nom nom. =]

After the loooong (albeit enjoyable) baking experience, I was thrilled to discover the cookies came out perfectly chewy, moist, and eyes-rolling-up-into-your-head DELISH.

And I have since found many ways to enjoy them. For instance:

As part of a snack with fresh fruit.

*munch*

'longside a nutritious lunch.
(Yes, I wrap my cookies in saranwrap.
Yes, I am neurotic.)

Moral of story: I think we should all take a leaf out of the Cookie Monster's book. What's wrong with a little indulgence here and there, anyhow?

Evidence:
Too much rabbit food can drive you crazy!

So...what's next on Morgan's baking agenda?

Yup.
Believe it.

Alrighty. All this bloggin' about cookies has set my tummy a'rumblin! I better go satisfy the beast. =]

Toodloo, m'dears!

P.S. Yes - I licked the spoon. And the bowl.

AND I LIKED IT.

...

DIE, ED! DIE! *whacks ED with cookie spoon*

Savor life.

2009-06-09T16:32:00.000-07:00

Ice cream!
Candy!
Cake!
Cookies!
Chocolate!
Froyo!

(...are you drooling, yet?)

Sure, there isn't anything wrong with these things.
But y'know what they all have in common?

They're sweet.

And y'know what else?
I think Morgan's sweet tooth has been calling waaay too many shots, as of late.
(Quite literally. When WAS the last time I photographed something non-breakfast-y or dessert-y?)

Which is why I'm taking a wee bit of a break to get back in touch with my savory side.

Because girl cannot live by sugar alone.

(Oh, but I do wish..)

Note: many of the following pictures have been taking up residence in the darkest depths of my camera's memory banks. So they aren't all that recent, buuut still 'licious-looking nonetheless.
=]

So. What better way to start out than with an entree by mah homegurl, Amy?

Enchilicious enchiladas!

Silly camera wanted to focus on the veggies.
*shakes head*
...which is why I feel the next photograph is very necessary.

With porn like this, who NEEDS men?

Next up: a return to some good ol' brekkie for dindin.

Egg McMuffin, Morganified!
And therefore 1309567305973x better.
*nodnod*

But wait! The English muffin returns for another round of savoryness!

Toasted and smothered in Fromage de Affinois, and partnered with a Morgasmic salad.
Seriously, if you haven't already, BUY THIS CHEESE.
It's like a fastpass to tastebud heaven.
Mhmm.

And, speaking of cheese, I would be remiss to exclude this little adventure into Pastaland.

It's a magical place of cheesy, pesto-y goodness.

Cheese tortellini w/gobs of homemade pesto and a light sprinkle of parmigiano reggiano.

Hold on...what's that, ED?
I can't hear you! =P

Of course, though, I've saved the bestest for last.

Ladies and gents, I give you...

*drumroll*

Crabfest! (+toasty bread and salad)
..and is that butter I see?
Yup. Sure is.

WHUT.NOW.

Whew. That be a LOT of savory in one postie.
(For me, anywho.)
So.

...methinks some cookie baking is in order!

*dons apron*

Don't worry, I'll document the experience to share with y'all later. =]

Ta-ta for now!

The most important meal of the day!

2009-06-05T15:09:00.000-07:00

That's right. I felt that it only right that this, my 50th postie, should be dedicated to...
the one and only...

Desayuno. Πρόγευμα. Déjeuner. Prima colazione. завтрак. الأفطار. Frühstück. Aamiainen. Pequeno almoço.

...or, as most of you know it:

Breakfast!

How many people routinely skip this meal?
Too.many.

In fact, about 7 in 10 Americans.

...

o.o

...

WHY?

When you can have nommage like THIS:

Persimmon steel cut oaties.
+walnuts and cinny.
Nomlicious indeed.

THIS:

Pink laday boats float peacefully atop a Kashi GLC+PB Puffin+ Activia sea.
Until...

Alas! The PB sea monster attacks!

And THIS?:

Activia, Kashi GLC, Coco Bumpers, strawbs, and Nutella make their debut in:
"It's Never too Early for Chocolate!"

Zoomzoom on the Nutella.
It is, after all, the star of the show. =]

And...guess what?

Nary a one of the single orgasmical combos above took more than 8 minutes to prepare.
(Possibly even 5 if you're awesome, like me. ;D )

Alrighty then. I know I'm prolly mostly preaching to the choir, here, but I think it's important to reiterate to those of you who need reminding..

Eating a healthy, well balanced breakfast can provide you will all sorts of neato benefits, including:

A more nutritionally complete diet, higher in nutrients, vitamins and minerals
Improved concentration and performance in the classroom or the boardroom
More strength and endurance to engage in physical activity
Lower cholesterol levels

(All courtesy of WebMD.com)

Moral of story: EAT BREAKFAST.

Or I will come after you with my PB jar.
And I will PB and feather you.
And everyone will point and laugh.
Because THEY WILL KNOW that you are a non-breakfast eater.

-_-

Well, I think I've bombarded you enough for today.

In other news!

Chanel and I went out on a shopping escapade yesterday, which may or may not have included a detour to...

I definitely did NOT munch a mini coconut cupcake here.
No sir-ee.

We did some hardcore shopping, fershur. And I managed to stop being a tight-wad long enough to buy a dress from Forever 21.

...and I'd SHOW it to you, but Mum whisked it away to be dry cleaned and I can't find it on the website.

Lame, I know. =/

So, instead, I will rise to the lovely Emily's summer-wardrobe challenge and give y'all a taste of my fabulous style. =D

Ahh. Summer dresses.
Simple. Comfy. Adorable.

Such an effortless look.

By the end of this summer, I promise I will have the most awful flip-flop tan you will EVER see.
...I take pride in them. =]

Okydokes. Time for Morgypants to get her beauty rest.
G'night, m'dears!

All was golden in the sky.

2009-06-03T20:00:00.000-07:00

For many, the advent of summer signals a time of opportunity and new beginnings.
...especially for those who utterly failed to stick to their New Year's resolutions.

*whistle*
Not me, of course. ;]

Thankfully, however, summer usually finds me puttering around aimlessly with nothing to do, at which point I tend to look at my to-do list, think "Why the hell not?" and actually (*gasp*) get things done.

So. What does Morgy's said "to-do list" look like, this year?

Well, in no particular order, here goes:

1. Go skinny dipping.
(Those of you with virgin eyes are advised to look away now.
Graphic content below.)

2. Rediscover a healthy relationship with running.

3. Eat more peanut buttah.
(This is a toughie, I know. ;D )

4. Do something fabulous (translate: ridiculous) with my hair.

5. Three words: Ben and Jerry's.
Consume.

6. Spend more time with family.

7. And friends.

8. And the boytoy.

(Two pitchas, just because we have pretty much the cutest asses. Ever.)

9. Get drunk.

(Which, surprisingly enough, I was not in this photo.)

10. Record a CD of my music.
(Although this is really a "must-do", since I really enjoy having a head attached to my neck and Mum is ever-so-threatening when it comes to losing her live piano music..)

11. Take a deep breath. Slow down.
Look around.
And see things - really see them.

Now, this isn't the end of the list - not a chance. If I were to write the ho shebang out...I'd be an old, wrinkly lady by the time I finished. And I'd really prefer to actually live the years between now and then. ;]

Nope. These are just the ones that popped into my little noggin as I've sat here, writing.

But 'nuff 'bout me. What 'bout all of y'all?

What are your plans for the summer?

Give me a couple things. Or your whole list.
Whatever flips yer pancake. =D

On one last note - my stomach has seriously been acting up over the past couple days. As in sharp pain and cramping.
But only in the afternoons?
And no, I'm not preggo. Or riding the crimson wave.

Not sure if it's something I'm eating, or if I should go in to have it checked out?

I kind of just want my body to WORK, already.
*garumph*

Ah well. I'm off to grab some ice cream!
WHO'S WITH ME?

*scampers off*

Sweet Retreat.

2009-06-01T17:26:00.000-07:00

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

^This is the sound of Morgan falling off the face of the Earth.

Which, to most of you, it must seem like I did.
Gone for an entire month??
Yeeps.

But...perhaps while I reminisce over the past four weeks you will understand my absence.

*hemhem*

The end of one's high school senior year is hectic, stressful....and yet absolutely wonderful all at once.
I honestly can't decide what was my favorite moment.

Could it have been Senior Ball?

Best. Date. Ever.

Or celebrating Kevin and mine's two year anniversary?

Lunch in Carmel-by-the-Sea
In which Kevin is apparently transfixed by his pizza.

Maybe it was graduation?

Whoopsie. Camera died during ceremony.
Booooo. =[

Or graduation CAKE?

Concocted by my lovely auntie. =]
..and devoured in minutes.
*burp*

It sure as poo wasn't AP testing or finals. Bleck.

(Though I'm a'thinkin' I did okay on both.)

Anywho. Senior events aside, I've missed all of y'all!
Like, BUNCHES.

And blogging is such a great outlet for me - it keeps my brain muscles good'n'strong. =D
Which is why I plan to post AMAP this summer.
Methinks writing will help keep my brain from disintegrating into mush (as it has in past summers..).

Though, of course, this wouldn't be a Morgan postie sans foodage, so I'll get on with that.

(Note: somehow...nearly all the pitchahs I actually managed to snag turned out to be obvious results of my over-active, gargantuan sweet tooth.
Hence, this post's title. ;] )

Mango+ice cream+fresh coconut.
Like a vacation. In a bowl.

*dons bikini, struts around*

Self explanatory.

Brownie Zbar.
My ultimate weapon against that TOTM. =D

Mother's day cuppycake.
So cute. So pink.
So delicious.

Ahhh.
Ain't nuttin like strawbs+granola atop ice cream.

Although mango is a willing subsitute. =]

But.
This may just trump 'em all.
Strawbs+ice cream+liberally drizzled Nutella.

Gaze upon its splendor.

Oop. Speaking of foodie, I managed to squeeze in an appt with a new nutritionist!
(Since my regular one is preggers.)

She was, uhm....eccentric.
Like my grandma. On crack.

And yet very helpful. =]

Although she calculated that someone my height/weight/age/blahblahblah needs 1600 cals to maintain?

...whut?

Thankfully, that didn't fly after we went over what I actually eat in a day.
(Oh. And I've gained about .5 lbs since I've been gone, btdubbs. Baby steps, I suppose.)

~2200 cals. And I'm basically maintaining.

...

Cue Mum going out and buying a Costco-massive-status bag of trail mix.
Which I'm now supposed to eat 1/2 cup of a day.

Uhm.
My reaction?

If I can nosh this entire carrot, I can nosh anything.
Bring it on.

As you can prolly tell (heehee), eating just doesn't feel like such a chore to me, anymore.
Partyin' it up with friends, going out to lunch with Mum...it's reminded me of how much fun I used to have with food.

Fun that doesn't come from running your legs off or berating yourself for every extra apple or cracker.

So, now, I've got three months to get this entirely under control.
Three months before I'm 400 miles away from home.

Oh yes! I got into (and am attending) Scripps College!

Sorry - my poor likkle brain has been pounded into a pulp by finals.
Forgive my lack of memory..

Anyhow. I'ma go give my noggin' a break.
(Translation: play s'more bubble shooter! YES.)

I've been reading up on y'alls blogs, and have really enjoyed the semi-artsy "What I plan to do this summer" posts. So look for one of those from me, soon!

Besos y abrazos <3

Swine '09!

2009-05-02T17:18:00.000-07:00

Well, things have been pretty tense in Cali for the past couple weeks...what with the piggy virus poppin' up all over the place.
A coupla schools in the area have even been shut down so it doesn't spread 'mongst the kiddies.

So, I'm curious to hear: how has this affected those of you in other states/countries?

For instance, I know that if MY school is shut down, I won't have to take the dern AP tests next week.
Horror of horrors, right?
=D

...it's just that Bubble Shooter is 130948084603496x funner than studying!
(Wow. "Funner". I'm gonna fail English Lit for SURE.)

Still, in the tragic event that AP testing DOES occur on time, I'll likely be out of bloggin' action until next weekend. This next week is lookin' like a doozy, as far as school/studying/homework/work goes..

Alrighty. Quick weight check and then a smatterin' o'food pornnn.

Weight: Maintained. Yay. Ugh.

(It's a sore subject between Mum and I, now. Don't care to discuss atm.)

Okydoke.
I promised food porn, and Morgy ALWAYS delivers on her promises. ;]

Ah. What better way to brighen 6:00am?
Pink ladays, walnuts, and brown sugar atop my oaties.
Gooood mornin'.

Lunches this past week have been pretty standard sammiches.
Except for today.

Mum and I went to Bill's Cafe, where I noshed my first evar Monte Cristo sammich.

Oh.boy.
Mhmmhm good.
^Not just for Campbell's soup, anymore.

(Speaking of Campbell's soup - we also went to the SJ Museum of Art, where they're featuring an Andy Warhol exhibit.
...I'll never look at a soup label the same way again.)

Unfortunately, I didn't get a picture of the glorious ham+cheese-y numminess.
So. I'll just pirate one from Google and pretend.

Meh.
Mine was pertier.
=]

Anyhowz.
Snackage this week has been all over the place, but I did manage to photograph this suckah before he took a one-way ticket to Morgy's tumtum.
(Well, I suppose it IS a two-way ticket. But I doubt y'all wanna hear 'bout that part... ;])

Rachael's Pomegranate Acai yoggie+blackberries.
+Mah fancy shmancy spoon.
(It makes everything taste bettah!)

Plus some poppitycorn, o'course.
Always reminds me of Erin. *sniffle*
I miss my little New Joisey munchkin..

*hemhem*

Anyhow. Dindins that day (...or another? My memory is shot, lately.) saw an encore of ze blackberrehs.

*clapclapclap*

Toasted English muff topped with Fromage d'Affinois (love)
My.God.this.cheese.is.orgasmical.

Apologies for the blindingly-white pic..
At that point, I had already devoured the other muffin half.
And I was just too lost in my cheese-gasm to focus on the camera.

...can you blame me?

Teehee.

However. The cheesy tale does not end here.

FF cottage cheese sprinkled with cinnamon-sugar.
(Psh. I'm not a cinnamon fan. AT ALL.)

Oh, and FF fat free.
WHUT.NOW.

Another day's dindin: spinach pie from Flower Flour.

Warning: eating this stuff may cause a "cheese high".
Do not drive or operate heavy machinery for 2 hours after consumption.

The danger is real.

Okies. And, lastly, some good ol' ice cream porn for you ladies (..and gents? Hope I'm not alienating anyone, here. If you're out there - speak up, male readers!)

Cherry almond fudge ice cream.
Because pink food just pwns.

And I'll betcha didn't see this comin'..
MOAH BLACKBERREHS.
Atop vanilla froyo and slightly-grainy honey.

(Methinks I like it bettah that way?)

Oh! And, I was asked by the lovely folks at:

to add my blog to their site!
*sniffle*
I feel so flattered. =]

Alrighties. I'm off to get ready for work (joy.) and to hopefully get my prom dress altered.
Acos I'm a shortypants. =/

Hope y'all are havin' a fantabulous weekend!
Luffs and *hugs*

Like Molasses.

2009-04-27T17:56:00.000-07:00

Don't get me wrong - I'm all for the "slow food" movement.
But seriously.

THIRTY MINUTES to eat a measly little sandwich, today?

C'mon, Morgan.

That's redonkulous.

I'm sure I'm not the only one out here in blogland who struggles with overly-slow eating. But honestly, it wouldn't be such a biggie - since I do think there's a part of the "real" me who really does enjoy savoring food - if it weren't for school and other such activities always gettin' in tha way.

And that "real" me wouldn't go into panic mode every time a meal is either cut short or dragged out beyond an "acceptable" amount of time.

Wait. Acceptable by WHOSE standards?

Defo ain't MINE.

...must be ED's.

And that, m'dears, is quite unacceptable. By Morgan's standards.

So I'm working on being more flexible. Like this.

*streeeeetch*

'Cept in tha brain, y'know?

I think you do.

So I can move on to foodage now, right?
Right.

Speshul brekkies de la weekend:

Creamy de wheat+nanner+cinnamon+PB, Activia, and tea.
Oh Lordylord.
Take me to heaven. I'm ready.

Actually...mebbe not yet.
For thar still be steel cut oats+nanner+toastie walnuts+CHOCCIE CHIPS+brown sugah heeyar on Earth.
Uhm. Methinks I'll stay. ;]

Oop. End of brekkytime.
Which means it's time for a quick goat break.

...

Yes. You read that correctly.

^Goat.

Meet Tootsie.
I met her on one of my weekend escapades...which involved tramping around the local junkyard.

Oh do we have fun here in Morganland.

...and by "fun", I mean "lunch"!

White choccie pretzels, picklez, and wunnerful wrap of joy.
Tsk. Looks like SUMBUDY nibbled mah pretzel.
-_-

Mah wrap of joy.
Chock-full of guac, ham, salsa...
*tumtum sighs happily*

Hmm. Looks like that be my only lunch pitchur.
Ah well.

..snacks, anyone?

They're yogurtastic. =]

Vanilla fro-yo topped with sprinkles, mango, and strawbs.
Purchased at a (GENIUS) top-your-own-yoggie place in Santa Cruz.
My god. I could eat this every.day.

Annddd...moah Greek yoggie a la Trader Joe's.
(Blooberreh this time.)
Decked with grated fresh coconut.
(Mum purchased one on a whim. Don't look at me!)
yUm.

The above snackity was paired with a choccie chip Zbar, which was not photographed.

*burp*

...for obvious reasons.

Okies. And lastly: din dins!

I challenged myself on Friday, and went with some friends to Chipotle.
Where I purchased, and noshed, a MONDO burrito.

And real soda. (I know. WHUT NOW.)

Unfortunately, despite my best efforts, I had to give up the fight against my tumtum halfway through.
But burrito leftovers are JUST as fantastic the day after, methinks.
Hence.

Rice-y.

Bean-y.
And cheesy.
(A burrito sans-cheese is a very sad one indeed, imo.)

Yup. Oky. That be all.
I'll be off now.

....

....

....

Jus kiddink!

Y'know I wouldn't leave ya without sum ICE CREAM FOOD PORN.

Namely, white-choccie-raspberry+caramel sauce.
(Curse you, Chanel! You've got me hooked.>=l)

Alrighty. Now I'm off.

Spa-Morgan bids you goodnight. =]

Toasty Roasty

2009-04-22T19:26:00.000-07:00

Alrighty. So.
I know it's Earth Day and all, which means (supposedly) that you shouldn't be wasting electricity/gas/blahblah, but I honestly couldn't resist the beckoning of Mr. Air Conditioner, today.

It's unlike me, I know. I normally tend to migrate to the warmest spot in the house and plant my booty there.
And fortunately, that spot is usually my room.

But, seriously...

+90 degree weather is TOO.HOT.

Even for Morgan, the girl of a thousand sweatshirts.
*nod*

Thankfully, this crazay weather will be cooling down to the 60's and 70's this weekend. But at least I finally discovered my heat threshold.
(WHUT. There's a limit? o.O)

So anyhay. Other than that, I've made a smattering of progress in the getting-my-ass-back-on-track dealio. Startin' with a coupla new dindins I've concocted:

Whoever said no brekkie for dindin is nutso.
I dub him..MONDO BURRITO.
Made with scrambled eggs, pepperjack cheese, broccoli, and, uh...a whole lotta otha shiznit.
Plus creamy salsa. In ze back.

Put 'em togetha an' whaddaya got?
Bippity-boppity-boo(tiful-burrito).
*munch*

Then, last night, I whipped up a stir fry (inspired by my most favoritest Lauren in ze world!)

Ain't he perty?
I bought 'im at the wunnerland that is Trader Joe's.
Made my tumtum a happy camper, fershur.

And tonight, thanks to the GERSHDERN heat, I threw together a salad as part (also had crepes - not photogenic, but mhmm..) of my dindins.

Romaine, hardboiled egg, sliced 'shrooms, bacon bits, and thousand island dressing sloshed all over it.
So reminiscent of summer.
WHY AM I STILL IN SCHOOL. URGH.

Oh! And I have an extra speshul announcement to make, that can be summarized in 5 words.

Quick.cooking.steel.cut.oats.

Stop pinching yourself. You're not dreaming.

This phenomena was joyously discovered at Trader Joe's (I swear I don't live there. Really.) last weekend. And I finally got to test it out this morning.

Results are in.

Steel-cut oats, persimmon (mushed in), walnuts, brown sugar, and cinnamon.
Plus a good sploosh of almond milk.
Wow.
I've said it many a' time, and I'll say it again with gusto:
ORGASMICAL.

Even if the stuff DID initially overflow in the micro, I forgave it in the end. For steel-cut outs truly do imbue a chewy nuttiness that is unrivaled by regular rolled outs.

I give it a Morgan star of approval.
And that be sayin' summat.

Okies. On to snacks! (The ones I actually managed to snag pictures of before they disappeared into the black hole of tumtum, anyhow.)
Acos I'm a snackin' machiiiine.

Startin' out with this liddle doozy:

Oh Lordy.
I think I'm in love.

Unlike Oikos, this wasn't too tangy, and didn't have a funny chemical-y taste.
And how do you know it's some DERN GUD yoggie?

That's how.
Impressive.

Although it wasn't a real snack until I crumbled in a Fig Newton. (Yummy. Energy-dense. Easy on the tummy. SCORE.)

Gettin' figgy with it. =]

And had a juicay ripe orange 'longside.

Could I have gotten the camera any closer?
..prolly not.

Lastly, before I abandon y'all for my soft, cozy bed, I have a particularly beauteous experience I must share with you.
And it can all be summarized in this one photo.

Warm apricot jam spooned directly into the last of my vanilla fro-yo, topped with a sprinkling of maple walnut granola.
Some extra walnuts may also have been consumed off-film.
(Shh. Don't tell anyone.)

Straight out of the pint. That's how I like it best.

And, on that note...

Sweet dreams, blogland. <3

P.S. Don't forget to check out the yummy giveaway at Life, love, violin! I know most of y'all are PB and bar fanatics, so it should be right up your ally. ;]

Breathe in...

2009-04-20T16:44:00.000-07:00

Hold it.

....

....

And breathe out.

(Repeat as needed.)

Ahh. Little breathin exercise fer y'all. I've found them to be quite therapeutic in the midst of chaos and stress.

..don't believe me?

Well.
Wiki can back me up.
And Wiki is legit, mon.
Believe tha Wiki.

But ugh.
This past week has been a rush. Today feels like the first day I've actually been ABLE to breathe.

And they call it "break".
Ha. Hahaha.
Ironic.

Yup, I haven't had much of an opportunity fer tha bloggin', I'm afraid.
But Mistah Camera has still been getting in his workout. Which means...

...I get to inundate you with pitchurs, now. =]

(These were all randomly shot on different days. I've only been taking pics of my most spectacular noshings, so I'm going to lump 'em all together and pretend that I had one particularly nummy day of eats.
Teehee.)

Partay-en-ze-bowl-brekkityfast:
Strawb Activia+PB Puffins+Coco Bumpers+moah PB
With an apple and some tea chillin' alongside.
PER.FEC.TION.

Although THIS was a winnah too.
Toasted bagel spread with cream cheese+apricot jam, topped w/ham and ze lettuce.
Pickles+chocolate almond milk 'longside.
*tummy rumble*

Oop. Fowgot. I gotz sum snack reviewz fer y'all, too.
Acos I know how much you love 'em. ;]

Pertiest. Wrapper. EVAR.

Key Lime Pie: I was spectin' this to be sooper tart, but it was actually pleasantly mild and not overly-sweet. Mhmm.

But now...I give up.

I can't pick a favorite Lara flavah. It's just not gunna happen.
They're all TOO.FREAKIN.'LICIOUS.
But eh.
Not considerin' that to be a major problemo..=]

Alrighty. On to review numero dos.

Look! Mah spoon!
Up close and personal.

Jus kiddin'.
This review is actually all about that yummay little pot of yoggie, thar.
And all I can say is...yUm.

Once again, Rachael's has not failed to impress.
Pomegranate+blueberry = *swoon*

Side note: Please ignore icky AP Euro textbook. I certainly am.

(Translation: test is in 2 weeks and Morgy has done no studyin' whatsoever. WHOOT.)

Kay. Done with reviews. Back to sum dindins:

Ham+cheddar stuffed crepe with a smatterin' of Splendifferous Salad.
But what IS Spendifferous Salad, you ask?

Spendifferous Salad

Buncha lettuce
1/2 Apple, chopped
Handful toasted walnuts (Note: Do not reach directly into toaster oven to retrieve walnuts. Trust me. Owie.)
Glob of blue cheese dressing. Or a coupla globs. yUm.
Drizzle of raspberry vinaigrette

And thar ya have it. Perfect balance of sweet/tangy/salty in a lovely little bowl.
Feel free to hijack/tamper with the recipe.
(Pear, for instance, makes a fab substitute for apple.)

Well, I've now depleted my pitchur supply. So I'll quickly discuss my spring break happenings and be off.

Friday: Went to Monterey with Kevin, Alyssa, and their mum. Day was positively gorgeous.
AND managed to avoid spendin' moola, which is always a plus.

Afterwards, I finished packing and set out for camp!

Yessir. Because my volunteer service hours are due on Thursday.
25 of 'em.
And I hadn't done nary a one.

Procrastination FTW. =]

So. I was a camp counselor for kids from 6-19 from Friday-Sunday.
Challenging in and of itself, right?

Well. Plus each and every one of those kids had a disability of some sort.
From Autism, CP, and Down Syndrome to...uh, you name it.

And, guess what?

It was a beautiful experience.

Sure, I was dead tired. And I got cranky sometimes.
But, for being so entirely new at it (I've always been uncomfortable around children and the disabled), I think I did just fine.

Most of the time I actually spent bodyguarding Alyssa, a little girl ("little" doesn't accurately describe her. Picture: age 11 and less than 4 feet tall) with a rare form of dwarfism. She was honestly just fine taking care of herself; all I had to do was make sure no one bowled her over (very, very fragile, teeny bones).

But I bonded with a lot of other kids, too. Got a couple of them out of their shells...dancing, playing baseball, even just talking.

It's incredible (yet understandable for those of us who've struggled with EDs) how such seemingly normal, easy things for us can be so challenging for others.

Which brings me to...honesty time. (Trigger warning, as usual.)

This is shameful, it really is. But being out of my normal schedule over break somehow triggered me.
Badly.

Enter ED:

"No one's watching you. You don't need to eat that. Put it back. As a matter of fact, go take a run. 400 calories for breakfast? You used to eat HALF of that in a day. Go burn it off. Now."

And I gave in.

Dunno what came over me. I haven't felt that desperate to lose weight in months.

But, when school started up again...the voice went *poof*.
Just like that.
(Though, no, I haven't checked the scale to see if I've lost, because, when I do, it sometimes "inspires" me to keep going.)

It worries me, however, how this just came...BOOM. Out of the blue.
And what if it happens again? In the summer? In college?

I'm sick of being stuck in the middle like this. I want to not be on edge all the time.
I'm don't want to be "in recovery", anymore.
I want to be "recovered".

I want to be myself again.

So I'm going to try something new.

Rather than focusing on gaining weight (since that approach has obviously failed miserably), I'm going to try to eat normally. Intuitively.
Because this obsession over structure isn't healthy, and I want to be more flexible.

If I gain, so be it.
If I lose, I'll try something else.

But something's gotta give. I can't live like this anymore..in limbo.

Okay. Sorry for the less-than-chipper conclusion, but I'm tired and need some down time with a good book. I'll try to keep the updates coming regularly, and I'll catch up on commenting ASAP.

Muchos besos y abrazos, mis amigas. <3

Traipsin' through tha woods.

2009-04-13T18:45:00.000-07:00

Well, Easter is officially over.

...which means Easter break has officially begun! *boogie*

(Not meanin' ta rub in in y'all's faces AT ALL. ;] )

And, of course, free time = nature hikes, in Morganland.
That's just how we roll.

But, before I dive into today's escapades, I must first share with you Sat's and yesterday's happenings.
So.

Saturday, Mum thought it'd be a brill idea to go hiking up at Muir Woods (near-ish San Francisco). Because, supposedly, there are lotsa waterfalls there.
And waterfalls are perty indeed.

Well, actually, we saw nary a waterfall.
But! I'll show ya what we DID see.

Didn't see THAT comin', didja?
Yep. I'll bet.
Okaaay. I'll liven things up a bit.

...with 'shrooms!
Glorious 'shrooms.

All the 'shrooms you could want.
AND THEN SOME.

However, one tires of shrooms and flowers after awhile.
So, naturally, I began to bitterly complain about the sad lack of wildlife in the park.

Of course, literally half a minute after the words had left my mouth:

Mum+baby deerz. =]
They were right.there.

Can I take him home?
...PLEASE?

1
2
3

Awwww.

Then they wandered away.
*sniff sniff*

Whilst I was mourning the departure of my deer friends, I stumbled (not literally, jeesh) upon this likkle dude:

Nanner slug sez: NOMNOMNOM.

Unfortunately, he was too busy noshin' his leaf to console me much.
But I got over it pretty quickly.

As you can see here. =]
(I'm not really that white.)

...

(Okay. Mebbe I am.)

Ahh. Such a beauteous day. The woods are so lovely and peaceful. Not to mention the pine-y air smells AMAZING. It felt like home.

Oh! And, as a result of all my recent adventures, I am pleased to annouce:

My baby has officially made it to 100,000 miles without falling apart!
Despite my...fabulous driving skills. ;]

Whootwhoot!
So thar be the end of my Saturday reportings.

As for yesterday...urgh.

ED reared his butt-ugly head bright and early, and stayed with me the entire.day.

(POSSIBLE TRIGGER WARNING)

It's strange. I'm only ~15lbs heavier than my hospitalization weight. Don't get me wrong - it's been a lot of hard work to gain, and I've seen some significant mental and physical improvement because of it.
But ED will not let me forget how incredibly easy it would be to slip right back down there again.
It's less than a month of starving, really.

And I'll be honest. It's tempting.

I still miss it. I miss feeling small and fragile. I miss the strange, dazed euphoria I got from running on empty. I miss my cheekbones, collarbones, hipbones...the gap between my thighs. And, minus the force-feeding, I somehow miss how safe I felt in my hospital bed.

But now, reading that back to myself turns my stomach. That's not who I want to be. I don't want those to be my goals.
I have bigger fish to fry.

(Pun intended.)

So I'll keep on keepin' on. Because going back is not.worth.it.

Alright. Spiel now over.
Back to the eaties!

Starting with Easter mornin' loot. =D

Canday!
*Morgan's sweet tooth celebrates*

I was also gifted two boxes of Peeps <-- Absolute FAV.
Nomz indeed.

Oop. I really only have a pitchur of brekkie, since all the rest of the day's eats were unplanned.
But I consider that a positive!

DIE ED ROUTINE.
DIE.

Waffle smothered in honey, butter, and apricot jamz, Activia+golden raspberries, and lavendar chai.
...*swoon*

Methinks I'm finally getting better at this spontaneous thingamadoodle. It began with a random cookie noshed at Kevin's family Easter party, and continued well into today.
Let's see if I can keep it up..

Alrighty. Movin' on to today!
(Sorry for the ginormous postie, here. My life is just too exciting - hur hur.)

Since Kev is off having a testosterone fest with his buds (translation: Death Valley road trip), and break = no school, I've decided to keep myself busy AMAP for the next few days.

And today, that meant hiking Rancho San Antonio with my most favoritest Chanel!

This was mostly just to spite the fact that we used to have to RUN the whole damn park for cross country practice.
Muhaha.

So. Moah wildlife sightings:

Meet Eduardo, the model lizard.
I swear he was posing for me.

And it ain't California without sum quail!
Daw. They luff each other. =]

Upon arrival home, Chanel and I curled up with some white-choco-raspberry ice cream, topped with caramel sauce. And watched The Matrix.

Because it's the essential girly movie.

Be jealous of our kewlness.

Afterwards, we trekked across town in search of guinea pigs. Because I'm lonely and need something to cuddle (but that I can carry off with me to la universidad).

But alas! Thar be a guinea pig shortage here in SJ. =[

LAME.

Still, never fear - the hunt is not yet over.

Oh boy.
Again, apologies for the epically long post..Although I'm afraid I won't be updating too often this week, so it's gotta last. ;]

Jeesh. It's late, now. Methinks reading in bed sounds dandy. So..

'Night, m'loves!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Edit: Because I'm a dork and I forget EVERYTHANG!
Well. Two things, actually.

A) Yesterday, the stunning Sophia (and a few others - thank you m'dears!) tagged me with this sucker:

FRIENDS… comes with the following description to be added & passed along: “These blogs are exceedingly charming. These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends. They are not interested in self-aggrandizement. Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated.” It also says : “Please give more attention to these writers. Deliver this award to eight bloggers who must choose eight more and include this cleverly-written text into the body of their award.”

Awards always make me feel so giddy and happy. You girls rock mah fuzzy liddle socks - thank you!
Since it's been going around awhile, I think most of y'all have already been tagged. So I've decided to pass it on to ALL of your beautiful selves. Because the statement above stands true for all of you. =]

B) I forgot to mention that I have FINALLY tried PB+oats.
Oh.mi.gaw.

Proof:

Word from the wise: pair it with blueberry yoggie.
It is HEAVEN, I tell you.

Before I began blogging, I would never have had the guts to try new things like this.
But in a few short months, I feel like I've come farther than I ever did in 6 months of OP treatment.

So, once again, a million thanks to all of you. Your support truly means the world.

Okay. NOW bedtime. =]

This is just to say..

2009-03-22T08:55:00.000-07:00

I'm going to be out for awhile.

Sorry, everyone.

My life is far too hectic and chaotic at the moment, and I don't have enough free time nor the right attitude to be blogging.

But I love you all. And I want to share one of my most favoritest pictures with you before I go.

Sunset in Carmel-by-the-Sea.
Breathtaking.
I'll never forget it.

Hopefully things will work out soon.
Take care, m'dears.

Morgan <3

Vegetative.

2009-03-19T21:55:00.000-07:00

=Morgan's brain.

I know. I've been a lamepants at commenting the past couple days...
Muchly apologized.
(If I STILL haven't gotten around to you, yet, I'll be makin' you chicas extra speshul ones. ;] )

School+friends+boyfriend+ED+work+LIFE are being a pain in the pooper.
All at once.
And I'm really struggling.

Wow. Not used to spieling a whole buncha negativity here. But yes, I've been up since 5am, and got back home at 7:45pm due to work, so I'm understandably dragging right now.

Still, I want to write tonight. Makes me sleep better.

So. Plan para tonight: Blog. Sleep. Dream of happy beaches and clouds and daffodils and guinea pigs and ice.cold.margaritas.
=]

Speaking of happy things, looksies what I gotz in teh mailz yeshterday!

Boxitybox!
It wasn't ticking, so the obvious was ruled out.
Hmm..then what COULD be inside?

SUM LARABAR LOVIN'.
*celebratory jig*

As many of you know, I was recently featured on the Larabar blog as Fan of the Day, in which I professed my love for the 'licious liddle guys. And, yesterday, I recieved a (muchly anticipated) variety sampling to try from Lewis at Larabar!

Put a big smatterin' smile on Morgy's face, fershur. =]

I'm sure most of you have had/heard of 'em, but if you are a poor soul without a clue, Larabars:

1) Are made of nummy fruits, nuts, and spices. And that's.it.
2) Are 100% raw, vegan, gluten-free, dairy-free...what's not to love?
3) Are delicious. Truly and honestly. And I have a humongo sweet tooth, so I like my fruit+sugar. (Hey - honesty is tha bestest policy, they say!) But Larabars are beginning to wean me off that icky addiction.

Yup. My poor teeth are already thanking me.

Oh yes. And moah pitchurs.
I was camera-happy.

Because I'm a dork.
...you know you're jealous.

Eets like teh rainbow, Larabar style!

Yes, I did munch some o' my new foodies.
But that's for LATAH.
Brekkitytime fwist!

PINKIFIED.
Boonana+strawbs+almonds+Activia+brown sugar oaties.
=O

Secret? Sub some of the liquid used to cook the oats with yogurt. I used strawberry Activia. Hence, pink oats.
No, seriously. They really WERE pink.

Seein' eez believin'.

Mhm. I won't comment on 'em. I'll just let you reflect on the beateousness above. ;]

After that fine brekkie, it was off to school for me.
And, apparently, I'm going to be making a how-to video for Spanish IV on:

How to dance to Michael Jackson's "Thriller".

Well, shouldn't be TOO painful.

Although...

I would now like to take this very special moment to thank my English III teacher, for forcing me to create this marvel last year.
(I'm the one in pink...surprised? =D)
*shuffles feet*

Ah well. Ya get 'nuff calls for an encore, ya gotta please the crowds somehow..

Other than that, nuttin' too fantastic to report.
...oh!
Except lunch!

*LUNCHITY*

Ham+provolone sammie w/Mum's homemade blue cheese walnut crackers anndd..
a Crunch bar.
*'NOTHA celebratory jig*
(^You really can't have too many.)

I've decided that I need to break 1000 calories by noon on a daily basis. It's much easier on my system (without going into too much detail) if I don't cram 'em in later in the day.

So. No.more.skimpy.lunches.
And brekkie will get some buffin' up, too.

I'm a pound behind my gaining schedule, which I've decided isn't acceptable.
Because...do I really want to scamper off to college whilst still half-assing recovery?

Uhm.
Morgan sez NAY.

So bring on the Crunch bars, yo.

Oh yes, and now it's time for s'more Larabarness!
(I just never get tired of 'em. =] )

Banana Bread Lara with fresh strawberry blended almond milk.
I eez seein' boonana+strawb theme.
..Yoo see too?
*head scritch*

Uhm.
Yes, yes, and yes.

AND.UBER.YES.
See teh almond-y evidence?
*contented sigh*

Wow. The banana flavor was FANTASTIC. Like noshin' a cookie.
I felt oh-so-naughty.

BUT OH-SO-GOOD.

It actually held me through three hours of traffic, piany lesson, and...moah traffic. (Yay4California.)

Until I could cook up this suckah, anyhow.

Turkey+cheese quesadilla, homemade guacamole (avocado, sour cream, and SALSA, o'course), and, uhm, more strawbs.
Acos, the heck...why not?

Meltycheesygoodness.
Droolworthy food porn o'tha'day.

Atchully...Jus' kiddin'.
;D

Vanilla fro-yo with warm homemade apricot jam and maple walnut granola.
Oh Lordy.
Be still, my beating heart.

Hmm. Competing food porn?
I propose a vote.

Quesadilla or fro-yo?

Pick yer poison!

Anyhow.
So here's the unfortunate dealio for this weekend: two of my coworkers are out of town, so I'm picking up a lot of extra hours.
Which is good fer the ol' paycheck, buuut...not so conducive to blogging.

Dunno. I may just wind up taking the weekend off posting. We'll see.

In any case, I need to get my silly arse back on commenting!
Argh!

Alrighty. Now my eyelids have developed a life of their own and are involuntarily drooping.
Soft bed sounds awesomesauce, 'bout now.

So, night, everyone!

Luff you guyzzzZZZzzzz

Boobage?

2009-03-17T15:55:00.001-07:00

Whoopsie. Started writing this postie earlier and accidentally pressed enter. o.O

Uhm.
Embarrassing, much?

Anyhow.

Yesterday morning included something of a O.O moment.
There I was, a'mindin' my own business, gettin' all gussied up for school, when..

"Whoa. Hullo thar."

(I had glanced down.)

...

And mah gurlz were gettin' all SORTSA friendly with each othah.

Translation:
I HAZ DE CLEAVAGE AGIN.

*squee!*

Lessons learned:

1)Recovery is worth it.
2)Recovery is worth it.
3)Recovery is.SO.worth.it.

=]

Okay. Girlish excitement over.
(GAHBOOBIESAREBACKYAY)

...NOW over.

Anywho.
As I scampered about the house with glee, Mum reminded me that I was running late and needed to have some noshin's before school.

Party pooper.

So I threw THIS togethah:

Soopah boonana muffin, homemade yoggie+homemade apricot jam (HIPPIE TO THA MAX), and tea.

Scarfed down in minutes. Whoot.

School = meh.
Lunch = meh.

No comment on either, so I don't bore your poor likkle brains out.
Yes, I know. I'm such a considerate person.
*bow*

So. Movin' on to snackity.

Genuine, Kansas-grown popcorn.
(FROM MAH HOMELAND)
Born from a cuhyoot liddle cobby, and smothered in cinnamon sugar.
..so quaint. =]

Paired with my very fwist Rachael's pink grapefruit lychee yogurt.
Which I may say FAR surpassed Mr. popcorn bowl in the yUm factor.

However.

..why is it not pink?
I wanted it to be pink!
*scowl*

Trotted off to ze farm, afterwards.

And, one of these days, Morgan will ACTUALLY bring her camera along.
*facesmack*

Well, the duckies+chickens+piggies+peafowl say hai. =]

Despues, I romanced teh oven. And here is our love child.

Spanakopita (Spinach+feta wrapped in philo pastry), and a strawb/walnut salad with BOTH blue cheese dressing and raspberry vinaigrette.
...words?
There are none.

Oh boy. I don't know if you girls will love me or hate me for this, but last night...

I did not have ice cream.

*hides under rock*

...don't hurt me!

Instead, I had:

Cake-itycake!
He was smushied, and not-so-photogenic, so I only got this one piccy.
Oh wells.
Tastay anywho.

Mum had some sort of St. Paddy's Day partay, and brought me back sum.

She.pwns.

So. Methinks I'm liking this posting-every-other-day thing, for now.
Since I do take a redonkulous amount of time to write them, (perfectionst, much?) and it isn't really compatible with school demands.

Speaking of those...*peers over mountain of homework*

Yeah, I oughta get on that.

Have a lovely morning/day/evening/WHATEVAH, chicas!
And I hope y'all had a fantabulous St. Paddy's Day - sober or not. ;]

Embracing My Inner Hippie.

2009-03-15T18:54:00.000-07:00

You betcha that's what I did yesterday.

...how so, you ask?

Well.
Like THIS:

^.^

Get it?
No?
Herm. Mebbe this'll help.

Strawbs, Vermont maple syrup, and yogurt.
Part of this mornin's brekkie de champions.

Get it now?

...NO??

Well fine, I'll never tell. ;]

....

Okay. I can't hold it in any longer!

See that thar yogurt? I MADE IT.
A la this recipe.
(I used Activia, o'course. Then later strained it into Greek yogurt.
Acos Greek peoples are full.of.AWESOME.)

And let me tell you whut. Each of the SIX hours spent babying that stuff was TOTALLY worth it.
Yumyummy in my tumtummy.

So. Why did I embark on my yogurty adventure?

1) Too much free time. (I know, WHUT? Since when does this happen?!)
2) Emily's marvelous padres inspired me. =]

3) I like hippies. They're kewl, and make things like homemade yogurt.
In fact, they're almost as kewl as pirates.

Actually, I take that back. Pirates still pwn.
But hippies deserve a little lovin' every now and again.
;]

Next on the agenda - homemade bread!
Pray that the yeast gods don't frown upon me. o.o

Anywho. Aside from the above excitement, I also said buhbye to a very close friend of mine, yesterday.
Since Mum insisted that he was a WILD THANG, and oughtn't live in a glass bowl his whole life.

Meet Steve the Rolypoly.
Cleaning his antennae, AGAIN.
Prissy likkle bug.
(Wild? My butt.)

*sniff*
I will miss you, Stevie. You were my favorite. =[

After our tearful goodbye, (on MY part, anyhow. QOD: Can Rolypolys cry?) I sed hai to Mr. Scale.
And he told me that...
I didn't lose.
But didn't gain either.
GRAGH. -_-

ED had a picnic (hahaha. A sans-food picnic), obviously.
But Morgan said phooey and made a whoppin' brekkie anyhow.

Whole grain brown sugah cinnamon Pop Tart, apple butter, Activia+raspberries, and tea.
*deep breath*
Whew.

Ms. Apple Buttah and Mr. Pop Tart were joined together in holy matrimony.
Which was soon consumated...in mah tummy.
=D

Then, since our fridge has been looking like a barren wasteland, (I have NUTTIN' to do with this. I swear! *shifty eyes*) Mum and I went on a crusade to Safeway, and returned with:

-Bagels
-Strawbs
-PB

And what bettah to do with those things than this?

1/2 bagel with cream cheese and strawberrehs, 1/2 bagel with PB, baby pickles, and warm almond milk.
Lovely.

They could only stand being apart for so long.
(Whoa. You can actually see my teeth marks, thar.
*gnaw*)

Mum left soon after, so I had the kitchen to me onesy.
*evil grin*
And this, of course, was the part of the day when Morgan vanished into yogurtland.

...ALMOST as fabulous as Morganland.
But not quite.

Howevah, in the midst of breeding bacteria, (Hee. What'd you think yogurt was, anyhow?) I got hungray. Again.
Hence:

Moah strabs, and banana nut Odwalla bar.
Yeeps.
..what be that in tha middle, thar?

Say hello to MONDO BERREH.
Yoo no eat him.
HE EAT YOO.

Oh. And mistah Odwalla.
You eat him eets okai he no care.

I wound up microwaving the Odwalla bar, a la blogland.
Best.decision.evar.
Was like eating boonana-y cookie dough.
MOUTHGASM.

Latah, Mum and I went for a booteous walk. And talked each other's ears off.

I love her.
She really doesn't give a dern if I get a tattoo, dye my hair some obnoxious hue, or don't get straight A's.
(None of which I've actually done. YET.)
I think that, because so many things haven't been "forbidden", I've never felt the desire/need to dabble in them. No drugs, alcohol..
I iz goody2shoez. =]

Anyhow. Do any of you have a parent/parents like this?

Speaking of Mum, she also made din din. And it was GUD.

HOMEMADE tamales this time. And dried cherry/cucumber/blue cheese salad.
Plus salsa. (Uhm. Duh?)

Yee boi. Buttahfingah ice cream.
Nomz.

Now, since Morgy had to work later than expected today (coworker got food poisoning. o.O), she's ver' tired and needs a little shut eye.

Howevah. As promised, she has a BIRTHDAY SHOUTOUT to hollah, first.

So.

Happy bwifday to yooou.
Happy bwifday to yoooooou.
Happy BWIFDAY dear Chaneeeeel.
...
...
*epically long pause*
...
...
=D
...
...
HAPPY BWIFYDAY TO YOOOOOOUUUU.

I luff you, chica. You're my most favoritest angry black woman evar.
And guess what?
YOU'RE LEGAL NOW.
*slap on back*
Go get 'em. ;]

(To everybudy not in the know: Chanel is a friend'o'mine who has supported me through all of this ED+boy troubles garbage. I luff her and would trust her with...my snickerdoodle cookie recipe.
And that's sayin' somethin'.
...That's sayin' ALOT.)

Oky. NOW bedtime.

Get your Monday gear on, everyone...
*sigh*

Of Honesty and Puppy Lovin'.

2009-03-13T20:55:00.000-07:00

*contented sigh*
Fridays are just...delectable.
(Yes, even Friday the 13ths. No discrimination 'lowed, here!)

In Morganland, there would be no Tuesdays, Wednesdays, or Thursdays.
And NO.MONDAYS.

EVAR.

Hmm. Saturday and Sunday may have a teensy chance of making the cut.
But Friday...oh boi.
I want a week full of 'em. ;]

Regrettably, though, before I share my glorious today. something has come up that I feel I ought to address:

My blog has recently been the recipient of many comments from new people, which, yes, I do appreciate very muchly.
But, as are many things (like...dark chocolate! yUm), this development is bittersweet.

Yeeps. This is my first venture into possibly offensive waters..o.o

If I haven't responded to you, new commenters, it could be for one of two reasons:

1) Morgan is currently squishied under a massive load of homework, very generously (NOT.) bestowed upon her by her marvelous teachers. As a result, blog-time has been cut, and it's difficult for me to keep track of all the goings-ons, here.

2) I'm un poco nerviosa about blurting this out. But Mr. Honesty and I are becoming reacquainted with each other, and I'm not keeping my feelings underground anymore.
So here it be:

Some of the new (to me) blogs I've read through are very triggering. There are many people who routinely (if not always) eat less than even what is normally required for maintenance, and who rely on diet-y foods for the majority of their intake.
Now, as much as I admire the friendly and diverse personalities of these individuals, it is unhealthy for me to compare my own intake to others' when the difference is so drastic - ED just has a ball tormenting the sanity out of me.

After all, I started blogging to help myself recover. Not to get sucked back into anorexia.
So, unfortunately, there are some people I won't be able to connect to in the blogging world.
Not for the time being, anyhow..

Ugh. =/
I truly hope I haven't offended/hurt anyone's feelings by this.

In any case, here's a puppy to smooth things ovah. ^.^

Meet Thargo. =]
Daaw. He lookth fhirsty.

Courtesy of puppywar.com.
(Warning. Above link known to induce vegetative state due to cuteness-overload.
You have been warned.)

Now that I got that puppy outta tha way (PUN INTENDED. Hur hur hur), heyar be today's noshin's!
Beginning with brekkityfast, o'course.

Strawberreh Activia with moah strawbs (surprised? =D), cashew buttah, and microed Whole Foods apple bar.
Oh. And tea.
Poor thing. Always the party outcast.

School involved alotta noddin' off, as per usual. Nuttin' to report, again.

And here be the LAST boring lunch of the week!
I swear it! Upon my fro-yo stash!

(Thanky'all for givin' me some fab new lunch ideas, btw. Grocery shopping tomorrah shall be...interesante. =])

*ABURRIDO ALMUERZO*

Ham and cheddar sandwich, mini Oreos, and mini Vitamin watah.
Hee. Me like teh mini shtuff.
Sho cuhyoot. =]

Kevin followed me home after school.
Uhm. In a non-stalkerish way.
And we kicked it until I had to leave for ortho appt.
LAME.

Hate retainerths. They makth me thalk thoopid.
Don't thmile. Ith not funneh.
>=I

Anyhow. Before leaving, I inhaled:

Boonana + Nature Valley strawberry yogurt bar.
Herm. Strawb/yogurt theme not even intentional.
o.O
...What are you up to, subconsious de Morgan?

Hee. He wanted to say hi.
TOO BAD I ET HIM.
=]

And aftah:

Sweet corn tamale with garlic lover's salsa and cucumber/ranch salad.

Moah Mexican foodie!
Hurrah!

Mum found the tamales at a local Mexican market (yay4California) and drug 'em back home to compare to our homemade ones.
And, I hafta say, it was pretty bitchin'.
The salsa made love with the tamale, and the product was a perfect sweet/salty/garlicy scrumptiousness.

But, honestly, THIS little dood took the cake.
Or, y'know...ice cream.

French vanilla ice cream with crushed Girl Scout Thin Mint cookie.
I died. And went to heaven.

...want some?

Open wide for tha choochoo train!
*toot toot*

Atchully, I kid. =]
Eets all in my belleh, now.

..Sorreh!

Anywho.
What was that word I used earlier?
Oh yes. Delectable. Today most certainly was.
(Yes. Morgan thinks everything is made more poignant by Mistah Bold button.)
(...Hee. "Poignant". SOMEONE had AP English todaaay.)

Despite the fact that I have an appt. with Mr. scale tomorrow morn' , anxiety is much lower than usual, and I didn't restrict today.

Cause for celebration?
I think so!
*jig*

So now I'm off to watch some Heroes and then curl up with The Hobbit.

Yes, from mind-readers, time-travelers, and psychopathic serial killers to short, furry-footed little people.

My dreams should be fun, tonight. ;D

'Night, blogland!

A Cinderella Story.

2009-03-12T21:00:00.000-07:00

Before I expound upon my sad, NON-fairytale-like adventures, I must bestow a booblyzillion (word? NOW IT IS.) thankies to Sophia para esto:

Lemonade Cheers Award!

Ahh. Limonada.
The most cheerful (sober) beverage to grace this planet.

Urgh. The only negative about receiving such fabulous awards is that I can never pass them on to everyone that deserves them!
For such a task is nigh impossible unless one has hefty amounts of spare time loungin' about.
Morgan, regrettably, has no such good fortune.
*scowl*

So...I have narrowed it down to:

Erbear.
Emmy.
Debster.

Oh yes. The award comes complete with corny nicknames. ;]
But anywho. You goofy girls never cease to plaster my face with ginormous grins.
Y'all are like a plethora of positivity!
A cornucopia of cheerfulness!!
An overflow of optimism!!!

Oky. Alliteration over.
Now, it be STORYTIME.

Well, firstly, reason for late posting tonight = work after school until 7:30pm.
Ew, I know.
And it was made even MOAH ew by this:

"Oh! And, Morgan, instead of mopping tonight, could you get down under the tables with some wet Swiffer pads and clean up all the dustbunnies?"

Uhm. Lessons learned:

1) "Get down under the tables" really means "hands and knees hard labor". And, not only is it physically...unpleasant...it also can begrime your most favoritest pair of jeans. *grumble*

2)"Dustbunny" is a misleadingly cute word used to very innacurately describe the dust+dog furball monstrosities that roam our store.

However, although mopping allows me to maintain a respectable distance from the icky floor, it takes much longer. Hence my being able to post tonight!

Fin of story.
I know, not all that splendifferous. Apologies.

I will try to make up for it in food porn. =D
Brekkie was inspired by Erin's yogurt concoctions. Or.gas.mi.cal.

'nilla Activia with pink lady apple, boonana, nutella, and toast. + tea.
Toastie was soon makin' love with Nutella.
And then the rest of the partay joined in.
Ultimate lovefest breakfast.

School was school. Nuttin' to report thar.
Well, a physics test from down under. But don't think y'all wanta hear 'bout THAT horror of horrors.

Ergo, lunch!

*ALMUERZO*
Ham and provolone sammich with Pita chips and mini Vitamin H2O.
B-b-b-boring.

I need to spice up my lunches. Make 'em SNAZZY.
Because I've fallen into a sandwich rut, and can't get out!
HALP.
..any suggestions?
Morgan is an open book. =]

After school, I enjoyed some Rolos and a minty Starbucks water at work, courtesy of coworker S.
No pitchur, acos I'm lame.
...Sorreh!

Mhmm. Minty water = H2O+shot of mint.
REFRESHIN'.
Today was one of those days when, no matter HOW much water you chug, you still feel dehydrated.
But that cup'o'wonderful put a massive dent in my thirst. I give it 12/10 stars.
And yes, I can do that.
It's MY blog. I can make as many ridiculous ratios as I please!
*hrumph*

Anyhow, as mentioned above, S got me the nummy watah on one of her breaks. Luff.her.
Unfortunately, ED frowns upon this relationship.
Because, you see...S is one of those teeny-tiny girls who eats absolutely EVERYTHING.
Ergo, ED demands that I be jealous of her. That I hate her guts.

But reality gave me a good kick in the shins, today.

Learned that S has to go in for an MRI and ultrasound tomorrow morning, because she may have serious thyroid problems.

*facedesk*

MY disease has made me envious of someone else's.
How wonderful.
How absolutely sickening.

*sigh*

Well anyhow, when I got home from my Cinderella-esque duties, I made myself a bitchin' dindin.
It involved a joyous reunion with mah pal, Amy.
DELICIOSO.
(...sorry. Spanish class today. It haff infiltrated mah brains.)

Salad with strawberries and raspberry vinaigrette (CAN'T.GET.'NUFF), dippin' salsa, and Amy's burrito.
Whoopsie. He had a little accident in tha micro.
Sprung a leaky. o.o

And, of course, NO day is complete without a venture to dessertland.
(Though this had nothin' on my froyo-orange chocolate-boonana splitie I inhaled last night. No worries! Will be revisiting soon. =])

Mini Haagen Dazs dulce de leche ice cream cup.
Erm..
..am I the only one who finds the likkle spoons just adorabable?

Ahh. Relatively pleasant day.
Sunny again, but I 'membered to slather the sunblock on this time.

Live'n'learn. ;]

Sleepytime now.
But first.

WHO'S READY FOR FRIDAAAY?
*boogie*

A Taste of Summer.

2009-03-10T20:45:00.000-07:00

Note: I know I've written both yesterday and today, but methinks I'll be posting every other weekday as a general rule unless circumstances prove favorable.

Urgh. School is no fun at all, mis amigas.

So...I will move on to more funski topics!
Like climate conditions!

Today's weather = schizophrenic.

How so, you ask?

Welp, when I left home this morning, the experience went something like this:

Morgan: Oky, Mum, I be off now! Love y-SWEET JESUS. *hop back inside*

Mum: Cold, innit?

Morgan: *glower*

Long story short: froze my poor liddle hiney off for the first half of the day.
Shuah, the sun was a'shinin' happily, but them dern Alaskans sent their cold front our way.
Wind.
Like.
ICE.
*grumble*

PLUS, my human space heater (Kevin) wasn't around to keep me toasty.
*doublegrumble*

Unfortunately, however, things really began to heat up around noontime.
"Unfortunate", because:

I now look like a tahmayter.
Owie.

I'll just cut to the chase and give ya the moral of the story now: One must never lie down on soft grass in warm sun on < 5 hrs. sleep.

..whilst dozing, said sun burnt Morgy a little crispy.
And Morgan is supposed to be cooked rare, NOT well-done.

Ah well. FIRST SUNBURN OF THE SEASON.
And y'know what that means?

SUMMAH IS COMINGGG.

...in three months.
*facedesk*
Ow.
Moving on.

Foodie today involved all sorts of awesome. I show you now. Brekkie:

Strawberry Activia with (SHOCKER) moah strawberries, PB puffins, and (WHUT) moah PB.

Plus tea, hangin' out in tha back.

May I mention that this is the first time in evar that I eated PB with cereal?
Uhm.
Where has this combo been all my life??

I had not truly lived until today.

But now I am in a pickle.
For my PB jar is nearly emptied. =[
Soo..RANDOM SURVEY.
What is/are your favorite brand/s of PB, and why?

Participants will be given Morgan sundaes, free of charge.
Although hugs are always legit pay. ;]

Mhmk. On to lunch!

*'LICIOUS LUNCHIES*

Ham and cheese sammie with Sun Chips and mini Vitamin Water.
NOW it's the end of the Sun Chips.
FINALLY.

School lunches are packed by Mum, so they aren't as affected by Morgan craziness (read: creativity) as my other foodage.

But nevah fear!
Thar be no repetitive eating HERE:

Boonana-Nutella smoothie and vanilla NuGo bar
*taste buds dance with glee*

Oh Nutella. You have stolen my heart.

I'll need that back, though.
So I can, y'know...live.
Preferably...*gasp*...soon....

Speaking of hearts, does anyone know how to improve blood circulation? Though I'm fairly close to my goal weight, my fingernails/lips still turn blue whenever the temperature drops below 60, and I get cold very easily.
No es funskies, let me tell you.

Anywho. Back to foodie! Snack didn't hold me over well (Again? WHUT?), so I had early dindins.

Salad with raspberry vinaigrette, strawberries, and pine nuts, plus crepe filled with (as much) broccoli-mushroom-shallot sauce (as I could cram in there =D).

Mhm. Strawberrehs.
Each one of those little ruby beauties was reminiscent of summer. *sigh*

BUT HEEYARS THA REEL WINNAH:

Peach cobbler with French vanilla ice cream.
Oh noez! No moah cobblah. =[
*sniffle*

Wowza. It be late, m'dears.
So I'm callin' it beddybyetime now, lest I fall asleep in one of my five classes tomorrah.

o.o

...Wish me luck.

For the Love of Caramel Frappuchinos.

2009-03-09T15:46:00.000-07:00

Oky. Two thingamadoodles before I dive in:

1) Apologies for no post yesterday - I was working on an English project which, albeit fun (as is anything that involves hefty amounts of hot glue and paint), demanded total Morgan concentration.
2) I luff you peeps. No, really. There ain't a single one of ya that dudn't make me feel all warm and fuzzy with your loverly comments.

Nope, not even Emily when she tries to abscond with my frozen yogurt stash.
(BUT. This still does not give you free range to my freezer, chica.
*glare of death*
..Kiddin'! You know I love you!)

So, once again, I've chosen to write about yesterday instead of today.
Because, well, Mondays are just icky.

And...where better to start than breakfast?

Activia yogurt with two Nature Valley bars crumbled in, raspberries, almonds, and a drizzle of honey.
Whew.
Poor tea. That's a hard act to follow.

Close-up!
Because it took enormous self control to actually GET two pictures.

*Burp*

Oop. 'Scuze me.

Since I had work at 11:30, and DLST ate an hour of my morning (grr), Mum and I skedaddled to Safeway.
Purchases were made, among them:

-Yogurt
-Nutella

There were others, but, uhm...
Who cares?

Sorry, The Beatles got it WRONG.
All ya need is:
yogurt
and
Nutella.
=]

*dodges eggs hurled by angry Beatles fans*

Anywho.
Lunch was under a time crunch, but I still managed to snag sum pitchurs.
Because it was THAT.AWESOME.

PB, Nutella, and strawberry wrap with Sun Chips and almond milk.
I may have..*cough*..nibbled on said wrap a teensy bit before pitchur was taken.

But you know you would've, too.
...Shh. Don't lie.

Shucks, and I was hopin' all that PB would hold me over for awhile.
But a few hours later, tumtum was starting to complain.
*grumble*
I tried to stem the rising tide of hungry tummy noises with a pink laday apple..
...But to no avail.
Something had to be done.

And by something, I mean this:

It's okay.
You may sit there in awe whilst I tell my story.

Mhmk. So.
Once upon a time there was a hungry Morgan.
But all she had were a coupla gift cards and a buck to her name.
$Cha ching$
('Cept NOT.)

Well, actually, I had an Odwalla bar in my purse, but I don't want to rely on them too often. They're like a "safe" food.

Plus, I felt SASSAY and wanted to piss ED off.
=D

So I took a 15min. break and trotted off to the local coffee shop with my $5 gift card.
(Big spenda, I know. )

Except..

"Oh, bummer. Our machine doesn't recognize those anymore."

WHUT.

It's like ED has teamed up with the universe in a conspiracy against Morgan.
WHAT DID I EVER DO TO DESERVE THIS!?!!!?!!!?!

I had already waited in line for 8 minutes, and had to make it back in time. So I awkwardly mumbled that I had no money and left.

When I came back to the store, C (coworker) asked where the hell my frappuchino was. So I spilled my unfortunate tale, expecting her to just smile, nod, and accept it.
Instead, what I got was a wink and an order to get my butt down to Starbucks with my other gift card.
Love C. She's the bestest.
Well, aside from you guys. ;]

Let's no one get jealous. Thar be plenty luv ta go 'round.

(Dunno why, but the pirate accent seemed necessary. After all, I am just as sexy as Jack Sparrow. Right?
..RIGHT??)

Long story short, I got mah frappuchino. And it was orgasmical. Out of this world. Fantastically delicious.

Mhmk, I think you get the point, now.

FIN.

*applause*

Yet, somehow, after ALL THAT, I was still plenty hungray for dindin.
..Uhm. Where is this food going?
*taps leg* *echooo*
Oh. There.

Mhmm. Mum did the cookin'. Have I mentioned that she's amazing? Several times? Well, you may be hearing it about 20948203594258 more.

Crepes filled with broccoli-shallot-mushroom cream sauce.
There are no words.
There just aren't.

I was (SURPRISE) actually pretty full after dindin.

But.
There is always room for white chocolate raspberry ice cream.

Calorie-wise, (Gawd. I don't care what anyone says. I still HATE that word.) I pushed myself further on Sunday than I have in years. But it felt so.bloody.awesome.

*ED-squashing dance of joy*

All may join in the celebration!
THERE'S PEACH COBBLER FOR EVERYBUDY.

Oh! And, before my brain shuts down for the night, I have an update from the lovely folks at Larabar.

*Squee*

I feel famous.
Pretty soon, people will be asking for my autograph.
Right on the street, y'know?

So, to honor the occasion, I dug some goodies out of my pantry/fridge for my afternoon snacky tahday.

Chocolate cherry Jocolat bar and Oikos greek yogurt with honey.

Honestly, it was my first time with that brand of yogurt, (*gasp*! I lost my Oikos virginity. o.o) and I wasn't very impressed. It had a plastic-y sort of taste. Not sure if that's a result of the packaging or...?

However. The Jocolat bar was on a WHOLE 'NOTHER LEVEL.
Like, not even on the same plane.
In a different snack universe.

I'm usually a white chocolate girl, but I love the dark-chocolatey-intensity of this bar, and the slight tartness that the cherries lent it.
It put a big goofy grin on Morgy's face. =D

And, y'know what? When I did this...

The yogurt didn't taste half-bad! WHOOT.

Okay, now I really am tired. And still have homework to complete.

Urgh. Epic.fail.

Well..at least MONDAY'S OVAH.
Oh, and sorry for the bookish post (again).
I'll try not to assault you with so much text and pitchurs next time. =]

'Night, m'loves!

Cramp Central Station.

2009-03-07T20:34:00.000-08:00

...is definitely not where I wanted to spend today.

*sigh*
In a house devoid of motrin and ibuprofen, Aunt Flo decided to do her worst.
Evil witch of the south.

(Get it? South? Hur hur hur.)

Nevertheless! Today turned out dandy. =]
I vill show you. Dvon't vurry.

See?
After THIS breakfast of scrumdidumptious, how couldja NOT have a fantabulous day?

Boonana (microed, Kiki-style!), walnut, brown sugar, and cinnamon oats with tea+Activia
Eet jus don' GEET eny bettah dan dat, mon.

Hee. Mah favorite accent of ALL TIME.^

Shh. I secretly wish I was Jamaican.
Let me have my fun!

Once all that goodness was acquainting itself with my tumtum, I set out on an excursion into the WILD.
..Or, y'know, my neighborhood.
Same thing, really.

And, as usual, my loverboy accompanied me.
No, not Kevin, sillies.
The bestest likkle camera in the whole world!!

Makin' an effort to photograph something BESIDES flowers.

Oop. Fail. *sheepish grin*

Couldn't decide between the two pitchurs!
Ergo, both.
Nuttin' wrong with moah pink. =D

Whilst in the process of photographing the cherry blossoms, their owner caught me red-handed.
Uhm. Awkward turtle.
Sooo..I just quickly told him that I thought his tree was perty, and that I was making an Easter collage of flowers for a school project. (Only a partial lie. Details in a few weeks)
Hee.

Thankfully, he was a gullible man, and even gave me permission to photograph the rest of his yard.
SCORE.

Lighting was finicky today. Grargh.
Too bright.

Too dark.

Just right. Finally.
I found this cutie right outside my door.

And his sistah.
They're a happy family. =]

Cuando regrese a casa, it was time for lunchie!

Sammie made with portabella mushroom spread, fresh mozzarella, and sundried tomatoes (packed in oil for extra cals! Yumyummyyum.)
Plus Club crackers and Cocoa Bella chocolate.
Shucks. This pitchur REALLY doesn't do Mistah sandwich justice.

But THIS one does.
And yes, that is my puny phone chillaxin in the background.

Ran over to the bank afterwards for some moola. Because I had a...very serious situation. And it needed fixing.
FAST.

So, fixed it was. =D
Yay for French pedis!

I like pedicures, because they force me to sit still for over an hour.
No twitchin'.
It drives ED crazy, but gives Morgan a chance to relax.
Which I needed sooper badly, since Flo was kickin' up a storm this afternoon.
*grumble*

Wish I was a boy.

Anyhow. Upon arrival home, my sweet tooth was crying out for attention.
So I indulged him, of course. =]

Dried fruit, mini Reese's, Ghiradelli square, and Whoppers.
Atop my Physics homework.
We know where my priorities lie. ;]

As you can see, I knew I wanted chokkie. I just didn't know which KIND.
Hence, variety assortment!
Hey. It's that time of the month. I can have as much dern chocolate as I want.
So poo on you, ED.

Wasted a buncha time on physics. Then English. Then Bubble Shoote-*cough* I mean, history.
Soon enough, dindin was looming on the horizon.

Potstickers with soy sauce fer tha dippin', and teriyaki broccoli.
All cooked successfully by moi!
..First time I haven't charred the life out of a potsticker.

Oh yes. And now for the muchly anticipated dessert-fest..

*drumroll*

*continuation of drumroll*

*this drumroll is rather long, don't you think?*

*whistle*

*okay, okay*

Peach cobbler with French vanilla ice cream.
Hope I did not disappoint. ;]

Welp, it's been a long day and I hafta work in tha morning.
Pleh.
And Daylight Savings Time is going to ruin my life. >=I

Soo...readin' and then beddybye time for Morgs.
'Night, dahlins!

I, I bring the fiyah.

2009-03-06T22:17:00.000-08:00

Goodgraciousme. Morgy was a human roadrunner today. *Beepbeep*

Most. productive. day. evar.

However, before I relate my escapades, I must update y'all on the unfortunate events of last night.
1) I didn't have my daily ice cream. >=I
(No time between work & competition. Grr.
Had to drink CIB instead. *shudder*)
2) We lost.

Seniors lost to Juniors. Oh, the humiliation.

HOWEVAH.
They still have another year of high school, whilst we get to trot off to college in a few months.
Nananananana. Pbbt.

Psh. I'm not a sore loser.
At all.
;]

Now, moving on to today!

Woke up TOO EARLY. GRARGH.

(*headdesk in effort to smush internal alarm clock.*
*fails, but acquires lovely purple bruise on forehead*)

And then I figured that I'd weigh in today, thereby avoiding ED's typical Friday tantrum.
Huh. Whaddayaknow? There IS brain knockin' around up there!

Well, the results are in....
Still 110.
(Aunt Flo came in this mornin', too, so I dunno if any of that is H2O weight. It makes me nervioso.)
Hmm...more foodie it is for Morgan!

Afterwards, boi was I HUNGRAY.
A problem easily solved, as you well know. =D

Apple toaster strudel, blueberry Activia with golden raspberries, and lavender chai tea.
Incoherency at its finest.

Lookit him, all golden and beauteous.
He could've been a raspberry model.
'Cept he walked a runway to my tummy. =]

Despues, I decided to tackle my book situation.
Throughout the day, I sorted through 7 boxes of books. Chucking some, storing others, and putting my favorites in mah new bookcase.
At around 10pm, my task was complete.

...And did I mention I alphabetized them, too?
No, I do not have OCD proble-AGH. THE BOOKS ON THE TOP SHELF ARE CROOKED.
Okay. Fixed.
Can breathe again.

Yeeps. Heavin' them books around builds up a manly appetite. Ergo:

Cashew buttah+boonana sammie, last of pita chip bag (NEVAH FEAR. I haz 'notha =D), and strawberry blended almond milk.

Mistah blender and I have been making sweet, frooty love, recently.
...Uh ohs. Kevin might get jealous. o.o

For your food porn viewing pleasure!
I quite liked the neat arrangement of boonana.

'Til this fellar tried to escape!
Get back in there, you.

Lunch was noshed quickly, since I had to run my car to the shop at noon.
Not a biggie. Just a teensy dent from when I..*ahem* backed into our garbage can.
I iz gud driver.
Turns out they can't just pop it out, since my gas tank's in the way. They'd have to deconstruct the back part of my car, and repaint the dented area.
Cost? 750$.

Erm. No thank you.

I love my baby, even if she is a little dinged up. =]

Since I had to walk home from the shop, and then back again, afternoon was kind of snack-y.
Numero uno:

Chokkie NuGo bar.

Must. finish. box.
They expire in April. *sniff*

Yumtummytum.
I'm sorry, but this pwns Lunabars.
By.far.

Latah, in betweenst walkin' treks, I wandered back to the days of my youth.
Numero dos:

Apple with dulce de leche.
Like Micky D's apple dippers.
BUT MORGANIFIED.
And, therefore, bettah.

Decided to add a little moozac to the rest of my afternoon. Practiced some of my new Chopin book (getting new sheet music is like Christmas for moi) until my fingers froze. Then went back upstairs to...you guessed it...sort moah books!
With my addiction, Pandora Radio, of course. ;]

Then, when Mum finally decided to grace the house with her presence, I cooked up sum goodness for the two of us.

Lemony pasta with broccoli, sundried tomatoes, and parmesan cheese.
That bowl is deeper than it looks...
I inhaled a truckload of this shtuff.
It was that.good.

Oh, and also polished off the rest of this bad boy.
So Kiki and Emily don't STEAL IT. >=I

Ahh. Straight outta tha carton is my favorite. Although I apologize for the lack of creative ice cream concoction, tonight. But I have a wunnerful one planned for tomorrah, so don't worry your perty little heads. =]

Mum and I watched "Trading Places" tonight, which stars Eddie Murphy. It's pretty amusing, if you don't mind a little boobage and some corniness.
Hey, it's an 80's movie! What do you expect?

Oh, and before I forget. A little birdie told me that Kiki won't be around until Sunday/Mondayish, since she's had a few issues come up and needs some time away from bloggin'.
But she'd like y'all to know that she isn't dead. Which is a relief, because we luff ya, Kiki!!

Oky. It is now officially tomorrah.
Or Saturday. Whatevah.
And Morgy needs her beauty rest, so she will leave you with this.

LET IT ROCK
LET IT ROCK
LET IT ROCK.

The madness.

2009-03-04T19:14:00.000-08:00

Oky. I've officially been a lame-pants at updating this week.
Apologies. I've been (more than) a little stressed.

Yep. I know I said Monday oughta be buried in my mental archives.
But it's been a pain in my noggin, so let's see if laying it out here helps.

So. Here be the tale of Morgan's Monday Meltdown!

Whelp, things were rollin' along just fine, for most of the morning.
Then Physics class happened.

...Nature picks the most inopportune moments to call.

Middle of lecture, of course.
I decided I could hold out until the windbag finally shut his trap. Somehow survived, raised my hand, and asked in my sweetest tone if I could please be excused to the lady's room.

"No."

Morgan: Uhm. WHUT?
Did he really just say that?

"Blahblahclassworkblahblah*

Morgan: Dude. I don't care about your dern classwork. I have the highest grade in this class.
AND I AM DYING HERE. I NEED TO PEE.

Unfortunately (or fortunately), none of that made it out my mouth. I was utterly stunned.
Isn't there some sort of unwritten law?

"Man cannot come between woman and her bathroom without risk of castration."

Well, if there was..I JUST WROTE IT.

But honestly, the reason I needed to go so badly was because I always drink a tonna water in the morning. Reason being that...my heart still isn't in fantastic shape (Oh, btw, I did a pulse check last night before bed, and my RHR was in the low/mid 50's. Is this too low? I really can't afford to see my GP right now unless it's absolutely necessary), and I struggle to keep my blood pressure up.

And, well, 2 cups H20+1 cup tea hastah go sumwhere.

I'm ashamed to admit I had something of a breakdown in class. I feel like all the issues that have been coming up recently are rooted in ED.
If I could just SQUASH him, everything would be so.much.easier.

Same feeling was later reconfirmed in Spanish class, when I attempted to ask la profesora after class if I could not do the food/exercise diary she had assigned.

"Attempted", because I choked on my tears and basically garbled to her for 4 minutes before she grasped the request.
Brilliant, Morgan.
Worse, I apparently worried her to the point that she emailed Mum.
Which meant fun times when THAT woman came home.

Whew.
I love your guts if you read all that.
And I admire your sense of self-preservation if you did not.

Wow. Whaddayknow? I DO feel bettah. =D
POSITIVITY SHIFT.

Now I can blurb about today. But first, because it was just so dang'licious:

Aftahnoon snacky de yesterday.
Speaks for itself, methinks.

Undressed.
Ooh. Scandalous.

Noshed on that suckah before therapist's appt.
Mum went with, and we had sushi afterwards.
YAY RAW FISHIES.
Okay. Sorry.
I just really love sushi.

The appt. went well, btw. Blogging came up, and my therapist thinks y'all are the bombdiggety. ;]

Pre-weighing anxiety was also addressed. She suggested that, instead of distracting myself (pushing back the fear), I discuss it with someone. Friends, Mum, whoever.
Well, not just whoever.
(Much as I'm sure hoboman would love to listen to my problems.)
But you know what I mean, jellybeans. =D

Okay. So today was the fan-freakin-tastic, foodwise.
Have patience. You'll see.

Brekkie!
Activia with strawberry almond granola and golden raspberries. Plus tea.
Be warned. This is only the perty "before".

THE GORY AFTERMATH.

Oh well. Looks aren't everything.
It still made my tummy a happy camper. =]

Blargh. School just isn't worth talkin' 'bout, so I'll squish lunch in here and move on.

*LUNCH*

Ham and cheese sammie with Pirates Booty and part of mini Vitamin Water.
Also had bite of shortbread cookie, but he tasted stale.
Sad fate, for one so young. *sniff*

Somehow, by the time school got out, I was a ravenous monster.
All who crossed my path shied away in terror.

...

Bahaha. Right.

But anyhow. I figured it was high time to get my best ol' buddy off the shelf.
MISTAH SMOOTHIE MAKAH.

Strawberry-boonana smoothie made with almond milk, and kettle popcorn.
Just for you, Erbear. ;]

Afterward, I hauled booty to piano lesson. Teacher hooked me up with some Chopin.
SCORE.

Though, unfortunately, snack didn't hold me over well. I was hungray in less than 2 hours.
I am seeing peanut buttah in my future. Oh yes.

However, my problem then was easily remedied.

Pork buns with teriyaki-garlic roasted broccoli.
This was an adventure to cook.
Why? Well..

Psh. Who sez you need a steamer?
It ain't rocket science.

Oh, and I recreated an ice cream concotion I made a few nights ago, when I didn't post (BAD MORGAN).
Eet iz inspired by Kiki, and, well, it knocked my fuzzy little socks off.

French vanilla ice cream with crumbled Buttahfingahs on top.
Ah. Life is good.

Oh, and for those of you who've been wondering - yes, I know you all have - but 'specially for Brooke:
I have decided to reveal my dirty little secret.

O.O

From the depths of the ice cream jungle.
IT'S NEVER-ENDING.

Hurhur.
Okay, so I know I wrotechall a novel, today. But it's in anticipation that I won't be able to blog tomorrah. My school has a massive, once-a-year class competition tomorrow night, so I'll be out late and wiped out.

Oh gosh. I'm getting old, aren't I?

*glance at clock*

Definitely bedtime.
Sweet dreams, blogland!

Just dance. Gonna be okay.

2009-03-02T17:46:00.000-08:00

Note: Yesterday I didn't get to post acos I had to read 150 pages of The Awakening.
Procrastination is not my friend.
And today was basically a bowlful of pooey, aside from some foodie revelations.
(PB+crackers and frozen strawberries+almond milk snacky. Ohmigosh. MUCHAS GRACIAS a Emily for that yummay combo!)

..It deserves either a post to itself, or to be never spoken of again.

Ergo, THIS postie is all 'bout Sundaaay, bloody Sundaaay.

Sorry. Couldn't resist.
Luff me some U2, and you, too. =D

Get it?
I made joke.
Hurhur.

Okay. Down to serious business: BREKKIE.

Toasted English muffin with almond buttah, strawberries, and a drizzle of spun honey, with Activia and tea.
Them halves were lookin' a likkle lonely by their onesies..

WARNING. NOT SAFE FOR VIRGIN EYES.

So I made 'em into a love-wich.
Ooh la la.

Despues, I puttered around the house for awhile, read a tad, and got meself ready for work.
Yay.

I also made this.

Toastie ham+cheese sammie, almond milk, and Oreos.
Oh noez! Return of teh oreoz!
But not for long!
NOM NOM NOM.

Work was pleh. Little slow, so time dragged.
Except I saw Kevin twice = squee!

Oh, and I had something of an eye-opener.

I saw myself. Really saw myself.
Not slightly-chubby Morgan, with stumpy legs and chipmunk cheeks.

I was walking towards a set of glass doors on my break, heading for my car. They were reflective, like a giant mirror.

I literally stopped and looked over my shoulder.
Because that scared-looking little girl couldn't have been me.

No one there.

Glanced back at my reflection, and saw the wide-eyed, slender girl with tiny wrists staring back at me.

(No wonder people ask me if I'm old enough to work alla time. Harumph.)

As I goggled, she morphed back into chubster Morgy.
But I had seen her. Me. I had seen me.

Now, in quick little glimpses, I keep seeing the same image. ED mutters that I'm seeing things - that I'm losing my marbles.
But I know better.
Although I'm not sure that I like what I see. Right now, I'm out-of-sorts about a lot of things.

Moving on. As I was a'sayin, I was walkin' to mi carro. Which, of course, meant..

Apple!

Larabar!

Ain't nuttin NOT ta like.

And pooey on your grammer.

Heeyars yur food porn of the day!
Drooling is acceptable.

Finished my jail ti-*cough*-hours at work, sped home (I mean, what? I don't speed...*ahem*), and read my bookie straight from 4:30 until 10:00.
Well, not the WHOLE time.

I took a break to conjure up this magical wonder, inspired by Erin - mah sistah from 'notha mistah. =D

*deeep breath* Cinnamon-nutmeg-brown sugar-golden raspberry pancake, and an omlette-turned-scrambled-eggs made with cheese and salsa and enjoyed with SOWAH CREEM.
That was a mouthful.
And a tummyful.

But I still had room for white chocolate raspberry ice cream!
There's just sumtin 'bout pink food.
It maketh me happeh. =]

So now I'm off to boogie s'more with mah Lady Gaga.
Or sleep.
Guess that would be more practical.

..

Practical? Psshhhh...

Hot 'n cold.

2009-02-28T19:31:00.000-08:00

Yes, then no.
In and out.
Up and down.

Don't get your panties all up in a bunch - I absolutely adore ms. kooky Katy Perry.
BUT.
I would prefer that my days NOT relate to one of her semi-break-up songs.

Oh..silly Morgan. Thinking ED could be slept off like a hangover.
Get your head out of the clouds of naivity, girl.

Woke up far too early this morning, and to ED's leering face.
Creeper.
Even the catchy tunez of my lovers, Metro Station, (GUILTY PLEASURE) couldn't drown out his garbage.
Worse, Mum slept in, so I was stuck in my room with a rumbling tummy while he talked my ear (and self-esteem) off.

Because, y'know, I couldn't possibly snag some brekkie before a weigh-in. God forbid, that might add a half pound or something.

...Tell me where my brain has gone, because it definitely is NOT in my skull.

*brain waves from afar*
GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE POOPER.

*ahem*
Anyhow. When Mum FINALLY got her patooty out of bed, I hopped on her bathroom scale (it lives there so someone isn't jumpin' on it every 5 minutes) and..

Up another half pound!
...And five more to go.
URGH.

But, whilst ED was sulking in the corner, Morgy did a celebratory jig and concocted this bad boy:

Tea and Activia with sooper boonana muffin.
'member him?
Well. I made him bettah.
Chocolate makes EVERYTHING bettah.

Poor thing. So oblivious.

*MUNCHMUNCH*

Never fear - he was soon put out of his misery. =]
For I am Morgan, assassin of muffins!

Despues de noshin' and showerin', (you just imagined me naked, didn't you? Tsktsk.) I tramped around the neighborhood with my camera.
The usual:

And...the not-so-usual.

Lookit those teeny wheels!

Aren't they adorabable?

Okay. Storytiiiime.
Gather round, children. Gather round.

So. For the past few weeks that I've been a'walkin' round the neighborhood, I've crossed paths with a really sweet, non-creeper homeless dude. He always stands at the same corner, holding a sign and begging for money.
And he always says hi, unlike most snobby Californians.

But, today, I came upon a tragic sight.

Found on the street corner.
*sniffle*

What happened to you, hoboman?

Come back!!
You were my favorite. =[

Well, at least I made a new friend.

He looks cold.
Poor little bugger.
Needs a rolypoly blankie.

For lunch, Mum and I went out to eat at Flower Flour.
Flowers+pastries+cafe? Brilliance.
No pitchur, because I forgot my camera. *sadface*
But it was both gorgeous and delicious noshings, I tell you.

*LUNCH*

Spinach pie and a little almond debutante cake.
Droolworthy.

Oh wait.

I stealz from website.
Muhaha.

Lamentably, although lunch was yumskies, I felt very sick for most of the afternoon.
Could've been from anxiety, as ED was muchly displeased by the restaurant fare.

*sigh*
I'm not going to comment on the epic failure that was afternoon snack, for similar reasons as yesterday's.

Somehow, however, I managed to plow through errand-running. Our refrigerator was looking forlornly empty, so we got some foodie to "fill her up", as Erin would say. =D

By din din, I had something of an appetite back. Prolly acos the house smelled DIVINE.
Mum is my hero. I aspire to her cooking expertise.

Balsamic asparagus, roasted broccoli with cumin, and mashed taters.
Delish and nutrish!

Plus Haagen Dazs fro-yo.
Vanilla+honey+granola+maraschino cherry jooce.
My life is complete.

So. Today most definitely had its ups and downs. I'm seeing a general upward trend, but I'm still disappointed in myself for turning Kevin down and not seeing Slumdog Millionaire again tonight.

...Though perhaps it was for the best. I'm physically tired from running around all day, and mentally exhausted from fighting this.
I just want an escape, but there isn't an easy way out.

So I'll just keep plugging away.

On a final, positive note, I took a page out of Lauren's book of awesome, and did a couple affirmations this morning when I was struggling.
And here's one for sharing. =]

I love my eyes.
I love that they reflect the color of the ocean.
I love that they allow me to see beauty, and that they keep me safe.
(Especially whilst driving. o.O)
And I love that they'll never change, even as I grow older.

Feel free to hop on the bandwagon! Yes, it's a likkle bit corny.
But, wow.
I was walkin' on sunshine, afterwards.
Well...not quite.
But I felt oodlez bettah. =]

Anyhow. Time for Morgy to curl up in bed with some good, feministic reading.

Mhmm. Brain fodder.

So, night, loves!

P.S. To the fabulous Claudia :
MUHAHA. I STILL HAZ YOUR BREKKIE.
*munchmunchmunch*
=D

Brain gnomes..

2009-02-27T20:35:00.000-08:00

are what I wish I had bouncing around in my skull right now instead of ED.
Boy, was he having a field day today.

The day before weighing in is always rough.

Anxiety attacks.
Kaput self-esteem.
Irritability.
Poor decision-making.

Fun, no?

I wish I could do away with my scale forever (Hello, Golden Gate Bridge.), but until I reach 115+...
NOT. GOING. TO HAPPEN.

Ugh. Does anyone else restrict before a weigh-in?
I need to break this habit. Because it's silly. And icky. And unhealthy.

Anywhosers. I'm updating later than I had planned, because piano and I were making passionate musical love tonight, and I got carried away.
Oopsie.

So...let's get this Morgan show on the road!
Today DID get off to a good start.

Activia yogurt, chai tea, pear, and lemon biscotti.
For dunkin', of course.
Biscotti + Chai = MOUTHGASM.

I kicked off my mornin' at school with a fun in-class essay on "Bartleby", which I utterly squished with my enormous brainpower.

Yeah, it's rough being a genius.
But I can handle it. ;]

(SARCASM)

Easypeasy classes. Lunch was the most difficult part of school, actually.
Which it really should not be.

*LUNCHIE*

Ham and cheese sammich, Nutter Butters, and a few sips of Vitamin water.

I couldn't even finish the mini bottle...ED was literally screaming at me.

Truly and honestly, I felt like bursting into tears.
But that wouldn't go over well, of course. So...I whipped out my trusty mask of giggles and smiles, and everything was fine and dandy.

On the surface.

After school, Kevin and I chillaxed at my place for a bit, which helped.
Sort of.
He makes me feel comfortable in my own skin. It's like this magical ED-repelling aura that surrounds him, which is lovely when he's around...
But, of course, he can't ALWAYS be around.

When he left, I spiraled into an ED pity party, and did some things I'm not detailing here for triggering-avoidance.
And because I'm just ashamed. =/

Oh, and "snack" this afternoon was almond milk and a tiny bit of Kev's banana nut Odwalla bar.
Which is entirely negligible, and will not be counted towards today's intake.

Ugh. If I had a detachable leg, I would be kicking myself for that.

By din din, fortunately, I had somewhat gotten back on my feet.

Mediterranean (spelled right on first try! PWNED.) curry couscous and salad with turkey, tomato, and raspberry vinaigrette.
Yumskies. Nooo complaints.

Was gonna chop up that termater.
But...it was so...
Perfect.

You can't dice a perfect tomato!
THE SACRILEGE.

OH! And I snacked on some turkey whilst cooking. Despite my epic failure with ED today, I do consider that to be one of the day's small successes.

I used to be a huge snacker (Morgan munchies, I called them. =D), but when I was put on (read: condemned to) a meal plan I somehow developed this irrational fear of eating outside of established mealtimes.

Anyone else had this dealio? I'm sure I'm not all by me onesy here.

So anyhow, after din din I was still a bit hungray (OH GOSHGOLLY I WONDER WHY >=/) and pooped from the long week. Ergo:

Haagen Daz + Heroes = Squee!
'Cept..
THE WORLD IS SLANTING.
O.O

Mum and I had a little chat tonight, which calmed me down a teeny bit. She noticed that I haven't been eating my entire lunch, (I kind of pick-and-choose from what she gives me) and is worried that I'm still too disordered to trot off to college without relapsing.

For some reason, it's reassuring that I can't get away clean with those behaviors. But disappointing that she still believes I'm that unstable.

Am I?

I don't really trust myself enough to respond to that.
...Which is probably an indication of the actual answer.

Aw shucks. I didn't mean to be today's Debbie Downer.
Apologies, m'loves.

Better hopes for tomorrah. =]

Edit:
Sheesh! I must be REALLY out of it. I forgot that the lovely Lauren and Jemima tagged me with this guy:

I've never received an award before! You girlies brightened my icky day. =D

I wish I could tag EVERYONE on my list, because all of y'all are just so dern amazing.
However, it's almost midnight and I need mah beauteh sleep.
Therefore, I pick:

Erin
Brooke
Emily
Kiki
and Sophia

Now bedtime. Luffs and sweet dreams!

Start wearin' purple, wearin' purplee

2009-02-26T20:07:00.000-08:00

I took today off from pitchur takin', soez...I write 'bout yesterday!

After being informed Tuesday night that it's NEDAW, I resolved to embrace the purple theme.

Ooooh, colored font.
So sparkly and perty.

Okay. Morgan distracted. REFOCUS.

Uhm. Purple. Right.
OH. So I figured my plan'd be all fine and dandy.
Until I realized I own one purple shirt.
And that's it.
No purple (<-that really is too much fun) pants, sweaters, coats, shoes, undies..

Nada.

About to commit to wearing the same schmelly shirt for 4 days, I (fortunately for those in my vicinity) realized I had left one realm unexplored.

The trusty sock drawer.

So it's purple (<-last time, I promise!) sockies for me this week. =D

Oh. And an embarrassing amount of time wasted listening to this song.

Disturbing. Irritating. Addicting.

...Watch it. Or else.

Anywho. Thar be Morgan's Pointless Wedneday Story (#1).
Fin.

Which now allows moi to spiel about...

*Drumroll*

(Boy. I like those things.)

...BREKKIE. In honor of Brooke. =]

PB Puffins with strawberrehs and milk de almonds.
Plus chai and Activia.
When I found this cereal at Safeway, the gates of heaven opened and the angels sang.

Morgan + PB Puffins = Luv at fwist swight.

*LUNCHLUNCHMUNCHMUNCH*

Ham and cheese sammie with Pirates Booty and mini Vitamin Water.
I wonder what a pirate's booty is really like.
Hopefully not light and cheesy.
(Yes, I just went there.)

When finally home free, I snagged these munchies:

Apple with two Nature Valley bars: fruit and nut, and yogurt
Cannot.get.enough.YOGURT.

AGH!!
COVER YOUR EYES.
THEY'RE NAKED.

Mhm. Perfect snacky. I loved the yogurt bar, but the fruit and nut one REALLY did it for me.

For obvious reasons. =]

After a short jaunt about the 'hood, I immersed myself in an ocean of homework until din din.
Which was pretty damn awesomesauce, if I may say so myself.

Shrimp wonton soup with TJ's tempura veggies.
Also soy sauce, not pictured.
It puts the "yum" in "Sodi(y)um".

After my tastebuds had been thoroughly assaulted with salt, I was ready for ICE CREAM.
This must come as a shock, I know. ;]

French vanilla ice cream with rose syrup.
It was like eating a rosebud.
Except not.

I forgot that I had purchased this bottle of goodness when I had too much money lying around.

Oh, the eccentricities of Morgan's buying habits.

Rose syrup is bomb, I tell you.
It may very well change your life.

Ahh. Almost the weekend. I'm still having issues getting enough beddybyetime, so I'm hopin' to catch up then. Work today included mopping, again, which REALLY tuckered me out.

Bed. Is. Calling. Name. Cannot. Resist.

*snore*

Coming out of the closet.

2009-02-24T21:43:00.000-08:00

Nope. Morgy's not gay.
Apologies to anyone this may have disappointed. =]

Atchully, I be talkin' bout comin' outta da closet bout...ED.
This seems to be a topic that's been bounced around, lately, and, well...you know me.
Gotta have my two cents.
CHA CHING.

Oky. So I was initially apprehensive about being on the Larabar blog, because I wrote a bio admitting my, erm, diagnosis.
I've never been really open about my eating dealio. Even after two years, (one of suffering, one of recovery) only my closest friends actually know I had/have problems, and I really only keep two (plus Kevin, of course,) updated on them.
But, as I've mentioned before, ED is adept at convincing me to lie and isolate myself.

Which, I'm very sorry to say, I still slip up on.

So, in the past 6 months especially, I've been coming out of my little shell about it.
Like a turtle.
You know I'd be a cute turtle. =D

Anyways - somehow, the more people I tell, the safer I feel.
(People I've learned to trust, of course. I'm obviously not advertising it to every hobo that walks down the block. Not that I have anything against hobos, I just...AGH. MOVING ON.)

It's helped to widen my support net; if I stumble, there'll be more arms there to catch me.
And if I relapse, I'm not the only one who will be disappointed.

So I think that this Fan of the Day thing will be good for me, if/when it works out.

Now that I've expelled all the serious from my system, do you know what time it is?
IT'S BREKKIE TIME.

Or was, seventeen hours ago.

Mini Wheats with strawberries, cinnamon, almonds, and almond milk.
Plus Activia and...hey! Mah tea ran off!
No...wait.
I chugged it. =D

School was god-awful boring, except Kevin and I went on a gum-run to 7-11.
I got Juicy Fruit.
Ahh. The flavor of childhood. And cavities!

Hmm. I never mention water or gum on here, so here's a tribute to them now:

I consume both water and gum in copious amounts.

'Nuff said.

*LUNCHIE*

Ham and cheese sammich with Sun Chips and mini Vitamin Water

Honestly hope I have noshed through our supply of Sun Chips by now.
I used to like 'em, but now they just kind of taste like cheesy cardboard.
Yumskies they are not.

However, yumskies my afternoon snack was.
And Yoda-speak stops...now.

Dried froot with milk chocolate square and white chocolate Lindor truffle.
Note the return of Lucy!

Mhmm. White chocolate is my beezy. Sure, milk and dark chocolate are coolbeans, and all.
But white chokkie pwns.

And that's all I have to say about that.

After I put my eyebrows back in line, (rambunctious little fellas, those.) camera and I spent some quality alone time together.

Bow chicka wow wooow.

..Except NOT.

Actually, we took a walk. =]
...Remember this guy?

Before.

After.

Poor likkle fella. =[

Don't worry, I gave him a proper burial.

And God smiled down upon me.

Like this: =D

I even sang the little guy a tune about flower heaven.

Actually, that's a lie.
The neighbors were giving me funny looks already.

Just because they don't believe in flower heaven!

It's a joyous land of sun, rain, and horse manure in abundance. =]

And, on that appetizing note, here's din din!

Two turkey and cheese buckwheat waffles (one cheddar, one blue cheese) with buttah (Hawt damn), plus salad with strawberries and raspberry vinaigrette.
Pshaw. Pancake day.
I'M MAKIN WAFFLES.

Vanilla/granola/honey fro-yo with warm, homemade apricot jam.

For Emily, who did not contribute to the yogurt club today!!
Oh well. More for Morgy.

Aah. What a peachy day.
Tomorrow promises to be rather stressful, however, so I'm going to trot my booty off to my nice, squishy bed.

No promises of posting, then, but I'll do my best!

Munky Business.

2009-02-23T21:06:00.000-08:00

Another sopping wet day here in Cali.

Which meant puddles and rainbows!

Oh, and the replenishment of our local reservoir.
That's cool too.
Silly drought. Begone with ye.

But...
Puddles and rainbows! Squee!

I actually couldn't fit dahoshebang in one shot (it was a PERFECT rainbow), so I just took one of it's footsie.
Yes, rainbows have feet. See?

Rainbow foot.

*sigh*
Wish I could say the rest of my day was as bright and beautiful as that photo...

I've been pushing myself really hard with eating and such, because I tend to panic after gains (no matter how teeny) and restrict.
Bad Morgan, I know.
But it's catching up to my body image in a big way, and I don't like it.

*smacks ED with a frying pan*

Thar. I feelz bettah now.

And you know what also made me feel awesome, today?
MAH MUNKIED-UP BREAKFAST.

Oatmeal with boonana, brown sugar, and cinnamon.
+ tea and Activia.
I boonana. You boonana.
We all boonanas =D

Mhmm...been wanting to try this for awhile. Turned out SPLENDIFFEROUS.
Morgan is something of a monkey anyhow, so that bowlful of wonderful suited her just fiiine.

Although, since it was a bit denser than normal, I figured this brekkie would keep my tummy occupied for awhile.
BUT NO.
Second period rolled around as usual, and there he was a'grumblin. >=I

Lunch to the rescue!

*ALMUERZO*

Cheese+turkey sammie with Pirates Booty puffs and a mini Vitamin watah.

Shucks.
Forgot the Pirates Booty for my pirate-themed yesterday.
Ah well. There's always room in my calendar for another piratey day.
Especially if this man is involved:

Yo ho, yo ho,
a pirate's life for me.

So, after school, I had to hustle immediately to an eye doctor appointment.
Because I'm going blind.

...Bahaha. What did I say about me scaring you guys?
Oh, right. I enjoy it immensely. =D

No worries. Eyes aren't perfect, but glasses aren't necessary.
Although I might snag a pair to make me look cute and brainy.

Y'know. Pink, sparkly rims. That sort of thing.

Moving on.
When I got home, I was utterly famished. Therefore, snacky:

PB NuGo bar with a cute little pear.
Yay for food porn!
It always seems to say,
"You want? WELL BAHA. YOU NO CANZ HAV."

Blah blah blah homework blah blah blah. Then din din:

Amy's olive and mushroom pizza with blue cheese dressing.
Yes, for dunking.
OH HORROR OF HORRORS.

The return of white chocolate raspberry ice cream.
Because pink food is splendid.

Hmm. Forgive me if I sound a bit less, uhm...jubilant? I've not been sleeping well, lately.
Grargh. And it's only Monday.

Wow. I just yawned massively. Really, you could've fit a small child in there.

Sooo I'm going to take that as a cue to turn in to mah cozay bed.

Night, loves!

zzzzZZZzzz

On Pirates

2009-02-22T21:17:00.001-08:00

Mornin', sunshines. =]
(Since it will be by the time most of you read this)

Firstly, apologies for no postie yesterday. I went to see Coraline late last night - a superb, albeit creepy, movie.
I can honestly say I will never look at my button-eyed sock monkey the same way.
Ever again.

But my Saturday was overall fantastical. =D

Weekly weigh-in verdict is...

*drumroll*

POSITIVE. Gained back the half pound I lost last week.

Yeah, doesn't seem like much, but I only need to gain .5 a week to make it to 115 by June.
So...huzzah! Dance with me, my loves!

*boogie*

Anyhow. Saturday morning was gorgeous and sunny.
Helloooo global warming.

...Did you know?

Global warming is intricately tied to the decline in the pirate population. As the pirate population goes down, the average global temperature goes up. Ergo, pirates are cool, and we need more pirates.

Amen.

Well, after brekkie...

Cashew butter and homemade apricot jam on a toasted English muffy.
Plus tea and Activia.
I fowgot to take pitchur and munched a bit.
Oopsie.

...I hopped in car and headed for Snobvil-*cough*-I mean, Santana Row.

Because, apparently, printing out pages of "Bartleby the Scrivener" from online instead of buying the book is an act of piracy.

Argh, matey.

Well, it seems that my attempts to contribute to the pirate population and STOP GLOBAL WARMING are not appreciated.

*grumble grumble*

So I purchased the thing at Borders and went off on my merry way...back home. To this:

Toasted ham and cheese sandwich with Nutter Butters and almond milk.
Oh boy. I just love me some Nutter Butters.
Morgy = OHM NOM NOM.

After almuerzo, me an' good ol' OCD hung out for a bit and cleaned the house from head to toe.
Did you know houses had toes?
Neither did I. Until today.

When my lungs had been sufficiently clogged with dust, I found it necessary to go on a walkypoo.

Doesn't it look like a dress on a stem?
..Or am I just losing my mind?
No, wait, that's a given.

Daffy the Daffydil!

When I got back, I was reaaally hankering for a snack. Ergo:

Oatmeal Raisin Lunabar, pink lady apple, and spun honey.

Why the honey, you say?

So I can do this, of course.

Looks good, right?
Well, good it was not.

I need to stop forcing LunaBars on myself. I just don't.like.them.
Or maybe Larabars just pwn.
Yes, that must be it.

ON THE SUBJECT OF LARABARS.

I got a lovely email from the Larabar blog commander (my title, not his - it just sounds cooler my way) in response to my complaint about the wimpy selection at my Whole Foods Market. He promised me complimentary bars, annndd...
I get to be the Larabar Fan of the Day!!!

Ohboyohboyohboy

It's like Christmas.
No, really. It is bad that I'm this excited.

But I don't care.
=D=D=D=D

So I'll keep you updated on that. It brightened my day. =]

Learning that Brandeis University wait-listed me was something of a downer.
They weren't my numero uno, but...it was still a blow to my ego.

*Morgan's ego sulks*

She'll be okay, though. No worries.

Anywho. Made a quick din din before drivin' Kevin and moi's patooteys to see Coraline.

Creamy tomato Parmesan bisque with lotsa Club crackers.
Drink up, me hearties, yo ho!

And, making a slight effort to curb my ice cream addiction (HA. NOT.), I got Junior Mints at the theater. Eating in public+eating with friends = scury. But I did it without (almost) any disordered thoughts.

1 bajillion kazillion - Morgan
0 - ED

I win.

So now it's AP Euro study time, acos I haz test+inclass essay tomorrow. (Yucky.)

Since my weight went well today, I'm going to see if I can eat okay on my own a couple days a week, meaning no blogs those days. I don't want this blog to become a crutch for me to eat healthily. However! I will still be commenting away. =]

<3 ya, girlies! Hope your Monday isn't TOO terrible...

Smexytime.

2009-02-20T20:42:00.000-08:00

That's what this makes me think of:

Kevin in all his glory.
Holding my afternoon snack, I might add.
Don't ask me - he wanted to be in the pitchur!

THIS, on the other hand...not so much:

Me. In the midst of noshing on said snack.
And that be my "I <3 DC" T-shirt.
'Cept you wouldn't know it, acos I'm wearing it inside-out.
I'm kewl. Hur hur.

Since we're both freakin' awesome and had the last period of the day off, Kevin drove his patootey over and we hung out for part of the afternoon.
Highlight.of.day.
=]

Now, for overdue spiel. (Alyssa, apologies again!)

About 2.3 babies ago, (21 months. Do the math!) I opened my sophomore-year locker to a rose and a slip of paper.
On it, Kevin had professed his undying love for me.

...

Only joking. But it was a fetching little note. =D

To be honest, at the time I was hesitant to get romantically involved with anything that had a penis, due to a recently-ended dysfunctional relationship ('nother story, 'nother time).
But he won me over. And that "yes" was one of the best decisions I've ever made.

He pushed me to get help, and has supported me through all the garbage that comes with recovery.
Sure, neither of us is perfect, and there are times when we drive each other crazy.

But, overall...
We compliment each other like colors, in harmony, that make each other look brighter.

The sappiness will be over after this photo. I promise.

Kevin's photogenic.
I just look like I'm in pain.

Now...head out of the clouds and back to Friday!

Awoke to the lovely serenade of my alarm clock.

I hate that bloody thing.

It'll be a miracle if I don't smash it to bits by the end of this semester.

However! Brekkie was yummy in my tummy. =]

Activia with maple walnut granola and strawberrehs, plus tea.
This strawberry addiction is getting out of hand.
Help. Me.

School today was bomb. Only two classes = SCORE.
I crushed my Precalc test, too.
See? Being awake in that class is not mandatory.

So lunch was pretty awesome today. You know why?
BECAUSE MY SANDWICH WASN'T MOLDY. THAT'S WHY.

*LUNCH*

PB&J sammich with Sun chips and a mini Vitamin Water
PB&J reminds me of kindergarten. And being bullied.
However, it was still delish.
=D

As mentioned earlier,aftahnoon snacky was noshed on with Kevin. I had me an apple (the last of the orgasmic farmer's market ones! Must.buy.more.tomorrow.) and PB Nature Valley granola bars.
Weird. Unconsciously chosen PB theme goin' on today.

I like it.

Aw poop. Another Yankee Candle just bit the dust as I write this.
*sniffle*

Well, anyhow, I'll leave the rest of my afternoon up to your imagination... ;]

Din din tonight was somewhat of a triumph for moi.

Organic white cheddar mac&cheese and side salad with raspberry vinaigrette and Parmesan cheese.
Whew. That was a mouthful.
Literally.

Due to stomach issues, I usually avoid pasta. However, I felt like mac&cheese tonight (LOVED it, pre-ED). So ha!
Annnd...the tumtum is feelin' fine. =]

So, I finished off the day with a sweet ending, of course. yUm.

French vanilla ice cream with orange chocolate sauce.
Gone in 4 minutes.
...And still recovering from the brain freeze.

Ahh. Today was ideal. I'm just disappointed in myself for skipping out on an anti-Sadie-Hawkins-dance party tonight. Yes, there were ED concerns that kept me from going (same as Kiki, I struggle with eating at social events).
But...I'm also exhausted and wanted an evening to my onesy.

Therefore, I'ma go plop down on my bed and read me some "Bartleby, the Scrivener".

Night, loves! Hope everyone had a fantabulous Friday. =]

So now she's back!

2009-02-19T20:52:00.000-08:00

From outah space!

Well, not exactly. More like...homeworkland.
It's a joyous island of intellectual stimulation and delight!

NOT.

So, today I gave my camera the day off. He's been chillin' at home, charging his battery and drinking margaritas.
Or, that's what I'D be doing if I had today free. Instead, I've been at school/work from 6:30am-7:45pm.

Ew. I know.

Therefore, I will blog on a less painful topic: yesterday!

Woke up a taaaad late. Well, 45 minutes late. But, no biggie, right?

Needless to say, brekkie was rushed. I just grabbed some quick munchies, snapped a pic, and dashed straight into traffic.

In my car, of course.
I just like scaring you guys. =]

Nature Valley apple crisp bars, apple, and Activia yogurt.
Plus tea, not pictured.
He was being antisocial.

School was school.
That's all I have to say about that.

I've really been dragging, lately.
Not just in the physical I-shuffle-my-feet-like-a-zombie sense.
This is really unlike me, but I feel almost...depressed? I'm kind of apathetic about things I used to enjoy doing, like piano and my walks. When I do them, now, I almost feel like...I'm forcing myself.
Maybe it's just a phase, or stress, or the weather.
Or the fact that I need to go brush my teeth.

Ahh. Minty freshness.

See? I feel better already!
And I'm sorry about that bleak little spiel.
Moving on.

Lunch was Chips Ahoy, 1/2 Vitamin water, annd...

A MOLDY SANDWICH.

Actually, only the cheese was moldy...but...

OH GEEZ GOD WHY?

Tasted like...dirty socks and old mushrooms.
Do not ask questions. I just know.

So...I threw out the cheese and ate the rest of it.
Y el problema fue resuelto.
(SPANISH FAILURE)

Later, I made up the loss with mah aftahnoon snackzie.

Dried fruit with Cadbury Flake bar.
For a flake, he still was fun to hang out with.
Until I ate him.
=D

I located that messy chocolate monstrosity at Powells Sweet Shoppe.

I could live in that place.

It's like an agglomeration of scrumptiousity.

(AP English has thoroughly addled my brains.)

..Yet, somehow, I don't think the manager would approve.

On another note, Mum brought me a present upon her return home last night!

For those of you who question my undying love of Activia yogurt.
I scorn your nonbelief.

Yum. So, to express my gratitude, I made din din!

Chicken shumai dumplings with shrimp wonton soup.
Plus soy sauce for the dippin'.
I love me my sodium. =]

For dessert, I REALLY wanted to kick ED in the patootey. So I concoted this bad boy:

Dr. Pepper float.
I'll let the picture speak for itself.

Soda isn't really my can of worms (how's that for some fun imagery?), but I was tired of ED telling me not to have it.
So there. Pbbt.

It's bedtime for Morgy, ahora. Sweet dreams, everyone!

AND TGIF. FINALLY.

Help!

2009-02-18T19:38:00.000-08:00

No long bloggy today, I'm afraid.
My teachers have conspired against me and squished me under a mountain of homework. =[
But never fear! I'll try to dig my way out by tomorrow!
*shovels*

In the meantime, I'll leave you with a California sunrise.

Stay strong, everyone!
Loves!
<3

Every holly bush has its thorns.

2009-02-17T19:38:00.000-08:00

*Sigh*
Daily posting is demanding, no? I've been thinking of cutting back to every other day, but am very reluctant to do so out of fear that I'll slip into old habits.
It's just easier to keep up my intake when I know I'll be posting it here.

So...I'll just wait to see what happens to my weight this week, and go from there!

As promised, my brekkie was inspired by the lovely Lyssy. =]

Tea, Activia yogurt, and pumpkin muffin.
My last one!
*sniffle*

I like to eat my punkin muffins upside down.
Don't make fun.

School.was.long.and.slow.and.boring.
Sort.of.like.this.

Dozed off in Physics.

Hey, at least it's a change of pace from Precalc.

Anyhow. Lunch was nummy, as usual. Noshed on a cheese and turkey sandwich, Sun Chips, and half a bottle of Vitamin Water.
But, by the last period of the day (There were four. And they were all EIGHTY-FIVE BLOODY MINUTES), my tummy was rumbling again.

It's a talkative little fellah.

So I shut him up with this:

Dried fruit, Ghiradelli chocolate squares, and Jelly Bellies.
Teacups: Not just for tea, anymore.

Then, I went for a walk. And I found God.

God sez hi.

I also found this flower.

Not quite as impressive.

On my way back, whilst taking this photo...

Creepay.

...I backed into something. As usual.

Hi, my name's Grace.
Charm school is going well.
Thank you for asking.

So, what was that something?

Psh. Not a problem, right?

Oh.

Yeah. Ow.

Thankfully, I didn't have to limp very far.
And the doctor says that the stitches can come out in a few weeks.

...Just kidding!

But, doode. That plant was wicked.
And I can honestly say I never thought I would write those two words in the same sentence.

Moving on. Din din was just a return to leftovers = Pleh.
Ever since Brother moved out, we've missed our human garbage disposal.

Mashed 'tatoes with CHEESE, salad with STRAWBERRIES and raspberry vinaigrette.
I decided to capitalize my favorites.
The others just aren't special enough.
Tough beans, baby.

The taters reminded me of Jemima, though. I hope she's partyin' it up in Morocco!!

Since din din was a little repetitive, I broke into my new pint of...

White chocolate raspberry ice cream.
With little chocolate truffles.
...I can die happy, now.

Fershur, today was better than yesterday.
By like, a bajillion.

Or would've been, if not for my Liturgy homework.
Shucks. Should've asked God to put a word in for me.

...Next time.

=D