Kale, kale, everywhere.....even in Mammoth!

No, I didn't buy this cat hat but, I regret it and want it.

Okay, it is a kale conspiracy. Yes, just like the bloody wheatgrass. My mother used to boil kale and put vinegar on it. Sorry Mom but, you ruined kale for me forever. Kale is also an excellent food for iguanas: they thrive on it. To me, kale is meant for iguanas. Not me. Vitamins or not.

After lazing about all day yesterday, except for 90 minutes of yummy yoga while Todd snowboarded, we descended into the village and had an excellent dinner.

I chose the Ono for dinner but, there was a huge dilemma. The ono came on a bed of kale. I asked our Fast Times at Ridgemont High looking-waiter if the chef would substitute the broccolini for the kale. No way dude! Apparently, the chef at Petras is an artiste and will not substitute anything in his creations. Broccolini: NO. The broccolini was served only with the New York Steak. No broccolini for you! Soup Nazi anyone? With a little fanagling (sp?), I did manage to substitute spinach. HA!! I swear, I have never seen, heard or smelled so much kale in my life.

Today, I feel good. I've finally relaxed a bit and feel like I am on vacation. Todd and I did some yoga to begin the morning. For the first time in the history of visiting a ski resort town, I am not going to ski or snowboard. Now, for those of you who have seen me on those pieces of equipment, you can stop laughing. Although I may not descend the mountain very elegantly, I have fun. For some reason, I just don't feel strong enough.

Instead, we are going sledding! Yee-ha. You can't go to the snow without careening down the mountain and laughing like a maniac. That is the plan! Then, a yummy, cozy dinner at the condo. A little R&R before the surgery.

Jimbo's Juicer Broken....really!

This photo is from Christmas with the Todd’s parents, the Martis. And, yes, I did eat all of those cookies plus a few dozen more! The frosting was green.... those were the days!!

Todd and I arrived up in Mammoth Mountain last night. I'm now cozy under a blanket on the overstuffed couch, with a view of nothing but snow! Thank you dear Lissa for gifting us this weekend escape.

What is that phrase? Something about wherever you go, there you are. Or, you can't run away from your issues? Change of scenery certainly helps but, I have to admit I'm anxious about next week.

I digress. Imagine that. So, yesterday morning, I'd taught my two back-to-back yoga classes at Sculpt Fusion and really needed some nutrition fast. I'd had my healthy bar and some fruit but, I realized I needed an energy boost. Christa, my nutritional advisor had mentioned to go get wheat grass--see earlier post on my feelings on that issue--and had mentioned a "Uber-Energy" drink.

So, I, Claire Petretti, of my own free will, drove to Jimbos to order the "Emerald Bliss". She did neglect to tell me there was kale involved but, I figured I'd just go for it since there were so many other good veggies and apple juice, that I wouldn't taste it. I sauntered up to the counter and ordered it. With 2 oz of wheat grass added no less! Again, I felt rather virtuous because what I really wanted was the package of Jimbos Deviled Eggs. After waiting for 10 minutes, the attendant informed me that THE JUICER WAS BROKEN and should be up in running in 10 more minutes and my drink was 3rd in line. Blocked! Stopped! No Emerald Bliss for me!!

Well, some may think I may have gone for the Deviled Eggs or the tasty looking cranberry muffin that beckoned to me. Nope. I actually purchased the Evolutions Essential Greens. Yes, the same vegetable juice combination that made me dry heave just one short week ago. I drank the whole thing in the car, without a gag or a gasp. I did, however, have a greenish ring around my mouth. Kind of like when you drink yummy chocolate milk. I would kill for some chocolate milk right about now.

That's all from the mountain. One week from today will provide lots of answers. I think that until I wake up from the surgery Friday afternoon and know that I don't have a drain under my arm that signals that the cancer had spread, I won't truly be able to relax. I'll do my best.