Risotto and a Little Disappointment

Last night I made my swiftly becoming famous risotto, though where I usually include shrimp, I used mushrooms.

I love risotto because it is versatile –it can take on many flavors, and you can put almost anything in it.

It’s also time consuming. Stirring for 45 minutes has to burn some calories, though, so it’s ok. And I hope it does, since risotto packs a walloping 900 calories per cup. Give or take a few hundred, depending on what you’ve put in it.

And I can almost make it now without looking at the recipe. Butter and oil in the pan, simmer onions to translucent, add the rice and coat with butter and oil, add white wine and broth a 1/2 cup at a time, then add the vegetables. When the rice is done, remove it from the heat, add more butter, some spices, and cheese, and there is your deliciously caloric meal.

It was worth it.

I started using Spark People, a free diet and exercise planning website that helps you track caloric intake and how much you work out. Day two today, and so far I went 1/3rd over my calorie count yesterday, and I am lacking in a lot of nutrients. A slice of cake, by the way, is 300 or more calories. Yikes. I will remember that next time my office has a shitty baby shower.

Which brings me to the disappointment.

Sometimes it’s hard not to take the little things that go wrong personally. My NFC Championship shirt didn’t come in today, like it was apparently going to. Does that mean that the Packers specifically wanted mine to be late and not wearable for Super Bowl Sunday? No. But it sure as hell feels like it.

Did the Universe decide it didn’t like me, then give me Hydradenitis Suppurativa as a sort of practical joke? I honest can’t say –probably not. But today, I think that it mocks me every day because of it.

It’s just been a day of the world laughing at me. There’s a great X-Files episode, call The Rain King, and one of the characters says that on the day of her divorce, all of the clouds outside looked like they were laughing at her. That’s how I’ve felt all day.

But I can point to my accomplishments, anyway. I made some awesome dinner last night. I’ve worked out two nights in a row, and one of my two-week goals is to write in a journal three times a week, so I’m doing that, too. I am working hard to be positive. But it IS hard work.

Sushi tonight. My deadline for winding a bobbin is next weekend, so I should have an update on that soon. Eventually. I hope. Maybe once I’ve shaken off the Winter Blues.