Let me start off by saying, that you, my dear readers, are awesome. You really know how to make a little thick haired southern gal feel good about her strands. I mean, the compliments were lovely. And many. And I enjoyed them all. Cause I am humble like that. So thank you.
Also, Cecily would like to thank everyone for their kind comments as to her performance. She actually didn’t say that, but we are teaching her to be polite, so she should say that. She did give me a hug for putting her on Youtube and exclaimed, and I quote “Thank you so much! I’m going to be famous!”. Yes, she is quite humble also.
I also got a few compliments on my shirt.
Me: Barefoot and preggers with a fiber baby. Klassy.
That particular shirt came from a little place I like to call Tarjay, just cause that sounds fancy and all. Some people also call it Target. Anyhoo, apparently they do not carry that particular shirt anymore, but they do have several more right here that I think are just as nice. If not nicer. Is that my credit card screaming?
And moving on.
From compliments to work outs.
After coffee of course.
- Level 2 of the shred
- 20 minute run (2+ miles)
- 20 minute power yoga
Morning workout = Muy bueno.
Tropical Oats, the remix!
- 1/4 cup steel cut oats
- 1/4 cup pineapple juice
- 1/4 cup mandarin orange juice
- 1/4 cup almond milk
- 2 pineapple rings
- mandarin oranges
*May not be an actual word. Of course what do I care? I often use words that are not actual words. I just wanted to clarify in case you were thinking I was fluent in Italian or Spanish or something. I am not.
While I was enjoying my oatmeal, I was also enjoying this sight:
Sometimes I just want to yell at people. But I don’t.
I just pass them on the right, all the while making furious hand gestures.
Cause that would be illegal.
Anyway, I got to work alright, if a few minutes late.
I got some work done. A lot of work done actually. But no one cares about that.
They’d rather hear of my road rage.
Or my lunch.
Mug of lentils, once again.
This time on a bed of spinach and topped with hummus.
No, that is not me hitting some one on the butt.
That is me eating that lentil salad thing.
Crunch, crunch. Crunchy carrots + more hummus.
And because a meal would not be complete without them:
Cherries! (I refrained myself from tying the stems in knots this time.)
Mug + plate. So matchy – matchy. I am in love.
So, anyone have fun plans this weekend?
I am supposed to go see Nickelback, given the rain clears. If not, well I will just dance in the rain I suppose.