Bitching On Social Media

I trust everyone’s National Running Day was awesome. Mine sucked, thanks for asking. Reason #99457396 you should NOT get Gastric Bypass surgery. The surgery left me with a form of ulcerative colitis, (yay for me.) and I was curled up in bed, hugging my kindle, choking down stomach meds and painkillers (over the counter). The only thing I could eat was bread, which basically defeats the purpose of the surgery, as it is FULL OF EMPTY CALORIES. I also tolerated bananas ok, and this morning, I seem to be doing a lot better. I hope to get my run on later today.

My stomach was probably made worse by the book loaned to me by my friend, Jenn. The book lacked the one thing that makes most love stories a love story; A HAPPY ENDING. Yes, it was one of THOSE books. NO HAPPY EFFING ENDING. This led to me texting Jenn late at night to call her a less-than-nice name, and to bitch about it. She replied with a smiley face. SHE REPLIED TO KICKING MY HEART WITH AN EMOTICON. Someone please remind me to slip her a roofie and make her read “Farenheit 451”. It’s only fair.

The colitis has a really bad habit of making me feel sorry for myself. How ridiculous is that? Yes, I have an unfortunate side effect of a surgery I got willingly. Yes, that surgery is often sold to obese people by the surgical equivalent of snake oil salesmen, but I still got the damn surgery willingly. Sometimes when I whine about it to my husband…or perhaps on twitter…I sit back and think to myself about how my MawMaw used to tell me about all of the starving children in third-world countries that would be happy to eat my green bean casserole, (to which I usually replied, “I’m not so sure about that, they’d probably think it looks like dog vomit, too.”)

It’s true, though. There are millions of people living with Crohn’s Disease and other, more serious issues. They require tons of expensive medicine, involved treatments, therapies, and hospitalizations. I take my b-12 injections and megadoses of iron, and I’m generally ok. (and perhaps a tinge MAGNETIC!) I have flare-ups that piss me off, make me feel sorry for myself, and prevent me from running, but I am not often hospitalized unless I’m pregnant. (growing humans requires me to basically drink blood and chew on horseshoes all day to ingest enough iron.)

In general, I am really blessed. I have most of my health, two, beautiful kids, a husband who I love, and who loves me, legs that take me where I want to go, and friends that send me ridiculously infuriating books that make me want to hurl my kindle at her head. I am strong and active. I have my writing, my acting, and my music. We all feel sorry for ourselves sometimes, and sometimes we all need to kick our own asses for it. (my legs are really long, so it’s not that hard.) My scale may not always read what I want it to. I may not always be able to kick out a 10 miler, but sometimes it does, and most times, I can.

My stomach is feeling better this morning and I was starving. I happened to have purchased some red, ripe cherries yesterday, and wanted to use them. I decided to make some whole-wheat cherry almond crepes. Oh yes. Cherry.Almond.Crepes.

Whole Wheat Almond Crepes with Cherries.

Whole Wheat Almond Crepes with Cherries

by Cat Tan

Prep Time: 5 minutes

Cook Time: 10 minutes

Keywords: appetizer breakfast dessert

Ingredients (6 crepes)

  • 1 cup whole wheat flour
  • 1 cup almond milk-vanilla
  • 1 tsp almond extract
  • 2 eggs
  • 1/4 tsp salt
  • cooking spray
  • 2 cups pitted cherries
  • small drizzle of honey or agave


in a blender, blend eggs, milk, flour, salt, and almond extract

in a small saucepan, combine cherries and agave or honey

cook cherries slowly

heat a large skillet on medium

spray with cooking spray

pour in 2/3 cup of batter and rotate pan to spread

after 1 minute, flip crepe with an offset spatula

cook for one more minute

repeat process until batter is gone

top crepes with cherries

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17 thoughts on “Bitching On Social Media

  1. I'm sorry you're having so much trouble :-/ I find more and more that people seem to feel so much guilt over complaining (or "bitching"). I think that whole #firstworldpains movement is a good example. I always feel the need to even SAY that when I complain about something that, in the big scheme of things or compared to problems in the rest of the world, isn't a big deal. But the truth is it's something that's making you sad or stressed or whatever negative thing you're it is important, even if you aren't a starving kid in Africa. So complain/bitch away, because I won't judge :)
  2. Oh man I relate! Ok to a lesser extent. Due to my 0 estrogen and other issues I find numerous days where I'm too nauseous to think of my yea Thy fruits and veggies, so it's simple carbs which makes me bonkers when I'm working so hard to be healthy. Here's to both of us kvetching a little and feeling better
  3. Um you've seen my posts as of lately - I blog bitch. It's the best therapy money can't buy =) And I promise to read any god-awful gut-wrenching thing you throw at me. But you will always be haunted by this book. and me. muahahahaha! love you betch *SMILEYFACE!*

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