Not my Whole paycheck

Buying lunch every day gets expensive – we all know this. I’ve become very good at bringing my lunch every day once it dawned on me that I was spending at least $7 each day, adding up to $50 a week … and you can do the rest o’ the math.

My current fav sandwich is turkey with a black olive tapenade. It’s easy to make, tasty and protein-ful, too. I bring an apple to help out with the tally of fruits & veggies I’m supposed to be eating every day.

On recent days when I’m either slacking or lazy (are those the same thing?), I have successfully purchased several $5 or under lunches, at Whole Foods (!) and the Great Northwest Soup Company … both located in S. Lake Union near the office. The $5 even includes dessert/ a cookie on some of my ventures.

Here’s the evidence (see below):

Whole Foods receipt
Evidence from the $5 lunch purchased at Whole Foods.

How can you repeat this feat? If shopping at Whole Foods, a good example is to go with a half sandwich, for the main course. The meat and other portions are large, so it’s really not skimping. I like to get the tuna salad (Mediterranean, with kalamata olives & artichokes, or you might choose cranberry) on wheat with lettuce and tomato. I grab some fruit (most recently, one organic yellow peach) and a chocolate chip cookie.  A slice of pizza and a piece of fruit also falls under the $5 category.

At the soup company, a great recent less-than $5 find (thanks to a fellow customer) is to purchase the small Greek salad (again with the olives, I know) and asking for chicken, which is sliced fresh and placed on at the counter. You’ll have your choice of bread, then, including a cornbread muffin (no Betty White jokes, please).

I have to say I’ve been pretty proud of these finds, and once I got this amazing receipt the other day – $5 exactly – I knew that I needed to blog about it.

Happy not Whole paycheck, y’all.

more yoga thoughts, you oughta know

I recently took an extended yoga class with Wade Morissette and yes he is the brother or Alanis (twin brother, in fact).  I learned about the class through a S. Lake Union list serv I’m on and as soon as I saw it, I thought … who would not want to go to this class?

Wade was fantastic and it was my first time at Be Luminous Yoga (a fabulous name, I must say). It’s a hot yoga studio and, unlike Urban Yoga Spa in downtown Seattle, it’s not overly stinky from sweat and steam.  I kid you not – UYS was not the best experience, despite a great instructor in Jennifer Isaacson.

So … Wade talked with our small class (maybe 10 people?) for the first 30 minutes … about the flow of the class, what we would work up to (triangle was one man’s choice) and his philosophy about yoga.  It’s clear he is a serious student/ teacher of yoga and he was very peaceful, zen and all that.

The practice was amazing and challenging, 2.5 hours in a hot yoga studio. I didn’t know it was hot yoga, which made things tricky towards the end of class, after sweating for two hours. It also caused me to feel a little nauseous after doing a full-on backbend towards the end of class. I skipped the second one and felt much better.

Wade ended the class with song and played the acoustic guitar during the savasana or corpse pose. It was peaceful and cool.  For the first time in a very long time, I was almost completely able to clear my mind of all thoughts except for what was going on in class. Maybe I was distracted by the heat. No matter what the reason, it just felt pretty amazing. I would recommend Wade to anyone who enjoys yoga and wants a challenge.  The side bonus? It made me revisit my Alanis CDs and download the MTV live/ acoustic CD. She’s good stuff, for sure. And what a cool brother/ sister combination. Namaste.

About those magazines …

I went to the UW book store last night, in search of a few farewell gifts for my friend, Becca. She is moving to San Francisco soon, to pursue a job and, eventually, a graduate degree.  I bought a Lorrie Moore book for her (see previous blog post), an iTunes gift card and several magazines – informative (read: Vanity Fair) and otherwise (Us Magazine).

We’ve swapped magazines in the past and, as smart women, enjoy a little celebrity gossip, too. I also bought a copy of Allure for me, while I was there. When I got to the check-out counter, I felt embarrassed. Maybe it was because of the barely-clad World Cup soccer players on the cover of Vanity Fair – yes, that’s what it was.

I apologized to the guy at the checkout counter. “Most of these are a gift for a friend,” I said. “Oh, that’s nothing,” he said. “Lots of people do art projects” and buy more magazines than this. I felt like I was buying pornography and it was a strange and probably Catholic-inspired  to feel so full of guilt. Aren’t I too old to apologize for something … that is so not a big deal?

Becca loved the magazines, and she said on Saturday, she’s going to give me all the dish about the girls from the Hills.  Now, that’s what I’m talking ’bout.