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Well, you know you've got PMS when you break out in zits, feel your boobs swell up, and start to cry when you hear "And I'm proud to be an American, where at least I know I'm free..." on the radio.
That, and a Sting song set me off. What's going on here?????
I suppose seeing "The Corporation" last night had a little to do with it. I am saddened by what corporations are doing to our country as well as our earth. The boyfriend said he once met an Indian woman whilst he was in Oz. She said something about how we are going through a 2000 year karma cycle in the world and the karma is the worst it's ever been. We are at the bottom of the karma stash or something like that. I couldn't agree more.
Had a massage today at Urban Retreat with that guy named Ty. Ty is great. He was at Pagoda before it closed and now he's back at UR. Here's another PMS symptom, pain threshold dramatically lowered! I also think not seeing my chiropractor for the past month could have something to do with this, too. Ty is a healer, but he's not the one to go to when your nerves ultra sensitive. He has big arms. He means business. All in all, though, I'm glad I let him have his way with me...wait that sounds a little off, doesn't it? Gosh, what would Grubster say?
You know I'm just kidding, right? That was a joke.
OK, so after my almost rolf-like deep tissue massage, I was reading City Pages today while out and about. Unhappy news, pensions cut, jobs cut, etc....then....NEW RESTAURANT! PIZZA! GALACTIC PIZZA!!!!
..........I had to go check it out......
So here is this new pizza place at 29th and Lyndale. They use real mozarella cheese without BGH from dairy farmers in the Chippewa region of WI. Many organic ingredients incorporated. They deliver the pizza in these little Jetson-like electric vehicles. The deliverers dress like superheroes.
And the pizza I ate tonight: The Galactic. Hemp pesto (hemp and basil), mushrooms (I subbed the buttons for some portabellos), sun dried tomatoes, mozarella, and garlic.
Now, this was a small pizza; nevertheless, I'm not a big person. I was planning to save some for tomorrow's "lunch" at work. I say "lunch" because it's almost always a working lunch for me because I have to double check scripts that pile up in the morning because I'm just not that good at the whole multi-task thing when it comes to anything made of paper. Back to the pizza...so I found myself eating the whole thing....not that I ate it fast, but I just never felt full. Could it be that all I ate today otherwise was a piece of turkey and some plum nectar? Yes, yes, it could.......
But even so, I think this is a PMS thing. Women crave carbs when PMS strikes. I never felt satiated and that RARELY happens to me, especially with wheat. Usually I feel bloated and gross. Not this time.
Now I'm drinking some Green Goodness juice from Bolthouse Farms. It's quite delicious. Even the boyfriend likes it. He loves the green slime! "When you feel like crap, it makes you feel good," says Grubster.
Well, now I have heartburn. Prolly should not have eaten ALL that pizza. And then there's that wheat issue. Just got done taking blood type vitamins, etc. Deflect will hopefully come in handy.
For more information on Galatic Pizza, please read this pleasurable article via City Pages:
If this is too much to copy and paste, just go to citypages.com then scroll down to the restaurant feature at the bottom entitled, "Space Cadets".
I am happy that the hippies are finally coming back around in this town. It's about darn time! The balance of power has been so skewed!