The Sandy 15

It’s Sandy, Day 4. I’m just going to say it. New York is not a pleasant place to be right now.

Yes, there’s power below 39th Street again and that’s fantastic. Some subway lines are up and running and that’s great.

People on Staten Island are suffering.

There are hours-long lines for gas and fights are breaking out.

Grocery stores and restaurants are picked over. The “special” of the day at any restaurant you go is the stuff they need to use or lose. The lines to get on those now-operating subways and busses are insane. I took a look at the platform for the F Uptown and walked right back up the stairs and out of there.

Police are doing an excellent job of making sure behave, though. At the corner of 63rd and Lex, about a block from the F train entrance and between two bus stops the police were making sure the lines remained orderly. In fact, they even made New Yorkers cross the street properly. “Look up there,” one said as if talking to second-graders, “you wait until you see the white light with the person figure before you cross the street.”

Of course we all looked at him like he was crazy. It’s a time-honored tradition to cross when it’s clear. What’s this waiting business he speaks of? Clearly he’s new in town.

But let’s lighten things up a bit – no, not literally. Definitely not literally.

My friends over at MSNNews posted this article. It confirmed something I’ve been thinking. Here’s what I’ve been doing to contribute to my own Sandy 15:

  1. Eating comfort foods. Huge plates of pasta for dinner? Oh yes I have.
  2. Not working out since … Friday.
  3. Riding the subway 10 blocks because it’s free
  4. Drinking a ton of coffee (because I haven’t been sleeping well at night) with real cream since all the milk in the office is expired.
  5. Wine dates with friends? Sure!
  6. Boot camp was canceled.
  7. Eating a ton while I can because who knows if we’ll lose power or the bagel place will run out of bagels. Animal instincts seem to kick in.
  8. Drinking soda at work. I don’t even crave soda, but it was there …

Published by Candace

I’m a journalist, nutritionist, doting auntie, one-time bobsledder, and wannabe health nut (who loves chocolate and pizza too much to fully commit). I don't want you to think my life is perfect. It's not.

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