I love you, Wednesday.

Wednesday is mine and Bernard’s only day off together. It’s always a magical day. We usually eat out a lot and do something fun. This week, we made a nice breakfast and ventured over to Zhongshan Park area for a massage. After that, we met a friend for soup noodles, perused the mall for a while, and then came back to Xujiahui (our neck of the woods) for some Chinese Muslim food. Chinese Muslim food?! YES! Let me tell you, sweet Jesus. Delicious.

The massage was nice, the noodles were epic, but this Muslim food, hot damn. First we ordered a spiced cucumber dish, hot and sour potato, fried mutton with hard bread, country lamb, and balahavalalala… I think “bok lava” or however the hell you say and spell it. You’ll know how good it was by my next statement: Ladies and gentlemen: there were raisins in it and I didn’t even notice. I’M A CHANGED WOMAN!

Anyway, the food was magical and there was even some solid Arabic dancers who performed. We never have to worry about missing Abu Dhabi again with Chinese Muslim food around the corner. We literally have two Muslim restaurants within walking distance from our place. My wallet is burning just thinking about it! Seriously.

After I ate what didn’t feel like a whole heap load of food, but what actually was because I’ve been extra cautious with my IBS lately so I’m eating slower and smaller meals and all that jazz…. Anyway, after eating a substantial amount for my itty bitty tummy to handle, I rolled home and sank into bed. A solid day. Ah, I love days off. If only we had two days off together. Ayyy!! Tuesdays involve me cleaning, grocery shopping, and watching shows online waiting for Bernard to get home so we can hang out and/or he can cook dinner. Haha. The good thing about him getting a day off without me is that he can cook supper in time for me when I eventually get home after a long grueling day of teaching, aka I teach for like an hour on Thursdays. It’s depressing. I want more teaching hours! Bahhh! Soon. 

Anyway, enough of that.

I’m still trying to regulate my constant desire to eat. Man, I had the worst flare up of 2014, maybe even the worst flare up in Asia! It was awful. Now I have to be super careful and stop eating countless chocolate bars on top of mounds of rice and dumplings. Fatty. It’s not even about being fat… it’s about ignoring my digestive condition and impending hardcore lactose intolerance. Stupid milk. I hate you milk. You are everywhere! Oh well, at least some pastries don’t have milk. OH WAIT! They all do. I surrendered and got a chocolate croissant this morning after a week of plain white rice and hot vegetables and fruit. I think I deserved it. So far so good. I could really go for a chocolate bar. I might just cave and go get one. It’s hard to stay away when you’re waiting hours and hours for a class to start. I get to work at 1:30 and my class starts at 7:30. That’s a long time to not eat chocolate and still be energized, just saying.

Next week, I'm determined to make some vegan power snacks so I don't get weak at work from lack of eating necessary protein and nutrients. I'm sick of fruit smoothies... I want something to munch on. Challenge accepted. 

Yours,

Sar- ah nutritious Wun