Good morning! 🏃
Good morning! 🏃
Thanksgiving was the perfect reason to stop compulsively checking my email for med school updates, put away the biochem books, get away from the hospital for a few days, and eat my weight in potatoes.
1. When you make too much cranberry sauce, hide the rest in a pie. We used the Smitten Kitchen Pie Crust 2.0 recipe.
2. Kris and I went to the NIT Arizona v. Drexel game at Madison Square Garden on Wednesday night. I like being in the city the night before Thanksgiving. It feels empty and exciting and goes well with whiskey. As a possible future Wildcat, I’m pretty psyched for Arizona’s success this weekend.
3. Friday was my 10 year high school reunion. I made a (terrible) game time decision and went with my friend Amanda. Not too many surprises, mostly seems like nothing has changed (the good and the bad). I made Amanda awkwardly pose so I could photograph this mans hair, which seems to not have been cut since high school.
4. Obviously I returned after 3 days to find Emily Dickinson sleeping on the back of the stove.
Power couple alert.
This is the face of 28 year old who quit her job as a film producer 2.5 years ago, went back to school to become a premed student, learned all the math, and as of yesterday…
…got into medical school.
Here’s a quick update on how my med school application year is going.
Staying in Tucson, AZ forever, bye. 🌵
Application Year, aka The Year I Read Everything.
Since starting school at Columbia and both living and working above 100th St in Manhattan, I’ve left my neighborhood very infrequently in the last two years. It’s residential and diverse and generally unexciting, but it has character and I’ve really come to love the local restaurants and shops.
This morning I ventured down to SoHo for lunch with an old friend at Jack’s Wife Freda, which is about a block away from the office I worked in as a Production Manager. Old neighborhood, old film career, old life.
I’ve lived in NYC for over 10 years, but I think I’ve forgotten how big this place is and how many different neighborhoods there are. Life is so different down in SoHo.. there are tons of new shops and restaurants, people are wearing fancy clothes, everyone looks VERY IMPORTANT. John Legend was sitting next to me at brunch.
I don’t really have anything profound to say about all this, except that it made me both miss AND not miss my old life. It’s been different and wonderful working in healthcare as opposed to the film business. I’m never stressed about whether my outfit is “cool” enough to wear to work, I don’t have to keep up on watching and listening to EVERY SINGLE THING and have an opinion on all things, and I’m not pressured into spending $15 on a salad at lunch.
Life is simpler now (in some ways), but I there are definitely aspects of my “old life” that I miss.
And on that note, I’d like to get into medical school, please.
Today I received my first medical school interview invite and felt the slightest bit of (much needed) relief. I can’t express how grateful and excited I am for an opportunity to interview in a warm, desert-y, lizard-y, ourdoors-y state that I love.
It’s been radio silence on my blog, mostly due to extreme anxiety of waiting to hear back from schools, but I’ve been here lurking! Hopefully more good news is soon to come.
Who wore it better?
Gratuitous Photo of Yourself on Your 28th Birthday, sick, party canceled, replaced by pity party of 1.
Here I am writing an essay about integrative medicine while eating CSA corn salad that I brought in a reusable bag (along with my copy of Mother Jones), becoming just another stereotype.
There are many ways to procrastinate writing secondary application essays, taking selfies in the library is just one.
(Others include: cleaning out the closet, cleaning out the fridge, redecorating the bathroom, running, reading all the books, running again, drinking beer at 3pm)
10 secondary applications submitted.. 13 more to go.
Salt Sugar Fat (and a sickening fact I learned from the book)
I just finished reading Salt Sugar Fat, a fascinating piece of investigative journalism about the history of processed foods and the science behind products that are engineered to be irresistible.
While there were MANY eye-opening stories in the book, including:
..the most egregious act of corporate power was from Nestle, the largest food corporation in the world. Nestle has the most billion-dollar brands of fatty, salty, sugary processed foods.
Nestle is now honing in on the weight loss surgery industry, creating a line of liquid foods for people who have had lap-band or gastric bypass surgeries.
To be clear: the same company that is providing consumers with unhealthy foods that cause diet-related illnesses is now also producing foods used to in a health care setting when consumers can no longer eat those products. Cornering the market.
As Michael Moss put it: “I couldn’t shake the image of teenagers gorging on Hot Pockets, only to end up drinking Peptamen through a tube for the rest of their lives.”
Accent theme by Handsome Code
Michelle is a: Postbac premed student, former documentary producer, vegetarian, runner, & food-lover.
My life revolves around food. Cooking food, eating food, discussing the politics of food. We’re surrounded by so many false advertisements and misconceptions about nutrition, its difficult to know where the truth lies. This blog is where I share my food choices, recipes, and outlook on healthy-living (and some quips about my path towards becoming a doctor).