my universe will never be the same.

lazy list wednesday. sue me, okay?

• I cut the tip of my finger on a mandolin slicer 2 days ago. I was cutting up cucumbers for a salad and next thing I know there's blood everywhere. It turns out it was just a superficial cut, but oh holy Jesus there was a lot of blood. Conclusion: salads are the devil.
• I was being dumb when we went grocery shopping over the weekend and I forgot two of my most essential food items, yogurt and balsamic vinaigrette salad dressing. Instead of going back to the grocery store, we made a beeline for Walmart to pick up some household items and I stocked up there. There was a bigger selection than what my regular grocery store has, so I swapped out the balsamic for a Greek vinaigrette and I picked up a single serving container of honey flavored Oikos Greek yogurt (umm Greek much? jeez). The dressing: huge disappointment. The yogurt: CHANGED MY LIFE. Seriously, I had dreams about how creamy and delicious it was.
• I ordered a shit ton of VS panties the other day, because most of the panties I own now don't fit. OMG WHO AM I? MY PANTIES DON'T FIT. That fact would normally make me really happy, minus the fact that I have to tug at my ass while running to keep my drawers from falling to my knees.
• My financial frivolity didn't stop there! I ordered a pair of VFF Bikila LS yesterday, too. They were on crazy-sale, like 52% off (CRAZY, I KNOW) and for once I got a pair that has normal colors (seriously, I love my Sprints, but olive and baby blue and lime green, really?).
• My friend has been nagging me to go swimming with her for weeks now, and yesterday she finally backed me into a corner I couldn't talk my way out of. But I told her she would have to wait until after my run. Instead of running around like normal and then driving to the pool, I dropped my car off at home and RAN to the pool. I RAN TO THE POOL. It was 2.54 miles of sunny torture.
• I plan on reading Born to Run by Christopher McDougall this weekend, and in preparation I've been doing some wiki-reading on the subject of the Tarahumara people of Mexico. I have the extreme pleasure of being able to claim ancestry of this tribe (true story, my mom's maternal grandmother was a Tarahumara) which gives me hope for my future in distance running. I still think Marathons are retarded, in fact everything over ten miles is just plain dumb, but I GOT THIS IN MY BLOOD.
• The grocery store sucked this week and the fresh loose spinach I have at home is going bad so I decided to skip the salad today. For lunch: turkey on wheat. I don't know how it happened, but I pretty much cut out all bread and I don't miss it. That's not counting tortillas, because I'm Mexican and I would die without tortillas. But seriously, as I was packing my lunch, I pulled out a piece of bread and thought to myself, "That's too much bread." Kinda makes me sick to my stomach.
• Last night boyfriend was talking to his mom and she was asking about me. He told her that I've been running a lot and that I've lost 45 pounds. I'm actually at 47 pounds now which brought up two points: firstly, ohmygod I am one really good dieting week away from 50 pounds; and secondly, it sounds SO much more impressive when someone else says it.
• FIFTY POUNDS. !!!!! I have no words.