Gymnasty

I've reacquired the gym habit. And not a moment too soon - the cubicle is no one's friend. Fortunately I don't have to talk myself into going anymore. I get pretty antsy, really, if I don't go burn off some nervous energy. Lord knows I have that in abundance.

There is only one thing I have to complain about with the whole exercise routine. It's not so much waiting for people to get off of the machine I want (c'mon...you're just SITTING there), or the sporadic water pressure in the shower. I can even deal with the random noises that come from the weightlifters (shouts, grunts, groans, I've heard them all). No...my one complaint is something that is of my own doing. It's a consequence of my choices. My work. My glands.

It's super-sweaty bicycle ass.

Ew.

Here's hoping there's SOME water dribbling out of the showerhead.

Quest for Pizza

Did you know...pizza crust generally contains wheat? It's true! A food I love, and I cannot eat most of what is made out there. Lucky for me, there are enough wheatophobes in the world today that even pizza restaurants are catering to our needs...and our ever-present pepperoni cravings.

I learned of a local business that has an entry in the wheat/gluten challenged arena: Mississippi Pizza. Now, while I have finally found a decent crust recipe, and it is fun to build your own pie to your specifications, pizza really is something to be shared. It's a social food, and unfortunately, no one ever wants to have a slice of the 'special' pizza at home. You can be sure that my next wedge of cheesy, greasy goodness will be enjoyed in North Portland, at this gracious establishment.