Yesterday I went to Bikram yoga after work, at 8pm. My intention was to go to the smoke club afterwards, but when I came out of class I was wasted, I didn't need any more relaxation, so I made my way back home and went to bed early (around 22:30). I woke up at 1:30, 3:30 and 5:00, when I got out of bed and had a hearty breakfast because I was so tired when I arrived I didn't bother having it.
On Sunday I had dinner with V at her house, she prepared a traditional Peruvian dish of fava beans and chicken. I told her "it would be fun one day if we switch roles and I prepare a peruvian dish and you a mexican one". She was thrilled with the idea. I helped her move some heavy boxes into top-of-the-closet storage and went back home.
I also told her my body was aching and I was probably going to get sick. My words foretold a mild cough with some phlegm, but nothing serious. It's been raining every day in Madrid, and sometimes I arrive to work with my shoes wet and they dry throughout the day. Probably not the best thing for health.
But today it was finally warmer after many weeks of bitter cold (for this latitude), and the upcoming days will be the same. I can't wait for springtime, it's my favorite season of the year in cold latitudes, and I remember fondly many days in which I could finally take off my shirt and enjoy the sun on my skin. Flowers budding and birds chirping. Also a monumental libido which, if this winter is almost unbearable, I'll have to do something about it.
Sometimes I feel I'm constantly writing "me so horny, me so horny, me so horny", and I'm like "jeez just rub it off" but it doesn't go away, it's constantly on my mind. If there's anything different from past years that would be hip mobility exercises. I have a theory: there's holes in the sacrum called sacral foramina through which nerves come down from your spine and into your pelvic region and legs, and when you mobilize and "floss" these nerves you regain pelvic sensitivity besides mobility. I remember very well some years ago trying to tilt my pelvis and feeling pain, well, that pain has become pleasure.
It's time to work now, I'll do as in former days where I write throughout the day as I please.
The new office is in front of a school. We can hear the murmur of kids playing, which is pleasant white noise. When springtime comes we will want to open the windows and get fresh air. I hope the noise is not too loud. It's interesting to note that—given enough distance, even shrieks and screams become background noise.
V. asked me if I wanted to have dinner after a conference we are attending (on human evolution). Perhaps the best thing I can do in order to wean off excess weed is to stack activities after work. It's not that weed is evil, but I'm bored and lonely and this is my coping mechanism. Every vice needs to be displaced by something else, you shouldn't white knuckle your way through abstention.
At the new office we don't have good and affordable restaurants around, so we get takeout or walk to Mercadona (the supermarket). I almost never get takeout, the food is mostly filler calories. Mercadona has prepared food which is marginally better, but can be made better and more healthy by adding stuff you buy at the store.
Today I bought two prepared cheeseburgers. I bought a bag of greens, canned pineapple, and a plastic container of sliced chicken breast. Back at the office, I put the chicken and the pineapple on the burgers, which then went into a small oven, and prepared myself a salad with the greens and some nuts I had here. A common reaction I get, even from strangers when we used to share office, is a kind of "wow I didn't know you could do that, it looks delicious and healthy!". I shrug, it just comes naturally.
This ability comes from a certain degree of nutritional neglect in my childhood home. My sister says she was not welcome at the house of a friend anymore after eating the entire basket of fruit. With a friend, I used to steal lunchboxes from classmates at school as they were playing during recess time. I still remember (and I'm sure my friend does too) the delight we had when we found a McDonald's lunch of fries, nuggets and burger which we devoured in seconds.
The fridge was perpetually "empty", the kind of empty where there's rotting onion here, an old broccolli there, a bag of raw lentils in the pantry, old assorted seasoning in the cupboard, and I'd see how to put things together to create something palatable. To this day, when a friend says "there's nothing to eat" I will say "oh let me take a look" and I see dozens of combinations, often extracting sumptuous meals from apparently empty fridges.
As I reflect on this, I think I should have developed an eating disorder, or at least a food hoarding habit, but it's quite the contrary. I buy food exactly for one week and finish it to the very end before buying again. I do eat in large quantities and fast, but it's pretty much what my body asks me for, I keep trim eating as much as I want, as long as it's healthy food (unlimited greens and vegetables. Abundant protein. Moderate fruit, almost no bread).
I fact, I took a picture of my groceries when I went shopping last Saturday...
This "groceries of the week" photo is missing one meal per day, which is lunch at the office.