hello my people!
how are we doing this evening? any big plans? If you are amazingly cool like me your Friday night plans include making italian buttercream icing and watching a movie on your laptop. While drinking tea of course. But we can’t all be that cool now, can we? 😉
Also, can someone please tell me what is going on here?
I almost got it!
Another one bites the dust.
I went to another yoga class this morning! That’s three in a row and it hurts so gooooood! You know what else hurts? My left shin, unfortunately. I’m keeping ice on it and crossing my fingers that I’ll be able to run five miles in the morning. Bay to Breakers will be here before we know it!
And finally, what else hurts? My heart. Or, rather, my triceps.
20 minute shred turned into three minute shred when I shut Jillian off after pushups. I just wasn’t feelin’ it. Instead, I did what any self respecting girl would do….
I ate a grapefruit and walked to the library.
Lunch today was a massive pile of pasta salad leftovers from yesterday, plus an apple.
I’ve also been snacking on some sugar snap peas. (note: above grapefruit was actually an afternoon snack…I didn’t have a morning snack because I’m 88 and ate lunch at 10:50 this morning).
Dinner was…creative. The first step is admitting you have a problem.
Ahhhhhh roasting frozen broccoli….one of life’s greatest pleasures. No? Try it!
I chopped up a baked sweet potato and threw the roasted broccoli on top, along with two scrambled eggs, a bit of hummus and sriracha.
Isn’t it pretty?
After dinner I had the brilliant idea to walk to the grocery store. I mean, the store is like not even a half mile from my house. I always drive but in an effort to save gas and tone my tush at the same time, I walked. I know what you are thinking right now. The bad thing about walking to the grocery store is walking BACK once you have all your groceries, right? This little fact reminded me not to buy so much food (kabocha squash, cat litter and six bags of frozen broccoli do not work on foot) that I really don’t need. Moral of the story? Walk to the grocery store to a) save gas b) tone your tush and c) save money.
I thoroughly got covered with italian buttercream and nice little sugar high for about six minutes while slowly streaming in the boiling sugar syrup into the meringue.
I actually had frosting on my eyelashes tonight. How amazing is that?
I got it.
In an effort to not eat all the frosting, which now resides in a covered container in my fridge, I made a 100 calorie pack of kettle corn and dumped in some dark chocolate chips.
Not as good as my frosting but it’ll do.