I’ve been making a lot of excuses lately. You should see the piles of laundry and dishes I have yet to put away. I have boxes full of “stuff” in my car that I’ve been meaning to take to Goodwill for weeks. All the recipes I’ve been planning on making? Well, the ingredients are currently wilting (read: rotting) away in the fridge.
I’ve been lazy. There I said it. I’ve let my stress become a complete and total hindrance to living a normal life. I recently posted about beating my stress. And, for the most part, I did. But I’m still living like I was when my stress level was pushing me to my limit… yet this time I have no excuse. It’s time to just admit it: I’m in a rut. And I have nothing, and no one, to blame but myself.
It’s time for some accountability. I’ve been eating whatever and whenever I please. I baked a batch of cinnamon roll cookies this weekend. Who do you think ate them all? No wonder I’ve been feeling like crap lately. I know my eating habits are completely to blame. So, for at least a little while, I’m going to be posting my meals and snacks. I mean, if anything can keep me from grabbing that fourth cookie, having to publicly air it on the internet will. At least, I hope.
Breakfast: English muffin with peanut butter and cottage cheese with cinnamon and frozen strawberries. I have a feeling this cottage cheese combo is going to become a habit. It tasted like cheesecake! Lumpy ass cheesecake… but cheesecake nonetheless.
Lunch: Salad with mixed greens, tomato, feta, broiled shrimp, and two hardboiled eggs. Hardboiled eggs are one of those hate it or love it items. I love them. Thank goodness, too, because they are such an easy way to pop in a lil’ extra protein.
My one mistake of the day? No real carbs at lunch. By the time I got home, the hunger monster was in full attack mode. I should have had a more nutritious snack, but my taste buds were screamin’ for some buffalo. Side note: I despise buffalo wings. Even when I ate more meat, I couldn’t stand them. Eating meat off of the bone gives me the willies. Gross.
Dinner: Annie’s Whole Wheat & White Cheddar Shells with some roasted veggies. Hit the spot. Well, it did after I had myself a second bowl. Look, once the hunger monster is allowed to roam free, that beast doesn’t slow down.
Workout: 3 miles on the dreadmill. I’m counting down the days until I can run outdoors again… It’s still hotter than hades here!
And now it’s time for another pointless wedding re-cap! Really, there is no substance to the following portion of this post. Just gratuitous dessert and drinking photos. I wish I would have known that I would be blogging about these events. I would have actually taken more (and better) pictures!
Anyway, moving on… I was fortunate to have an absolutely amazing bridal luncheon. My maid of honor (far right) is a member at Sage Valley and her family graciously offered to host my luncheon there. Only three of my bridesmaids were able to make it. The other two definitely missed out. Sorry suckas!
You’d think my mom would let me know my hair was out of control. But whatever.
I’d take a million bad hair days in order to enjoy one slice of this ridiculous cake.
This is my all-time favorite cake. By far. I’ve got the recipe in my possession… but I’ve yet to make it because a few of the ingredients aren’t really my thing (like gelatin). But if I don’t make it, it isn’t in there. Right? Kind of like calories.
After my bridal luncheon, I headed home and rested for a few hours before riding over to our rehearsal dinner. I don’t have pictures of the actual rehearsal. To sum it up, it was quick and I got really sweaty. That’s what she said.
Back to the dinner…
Sadly, that’s the only picture of the food I managed to snag. But I had scallops… and they were delicious! After dinner, we partied a little too hard and took a lot of pictures. (In case you were wondering, I think everyone changed clothes after lunch but me. Fashion fail… story of my life.)
And then we lost Spears… and promptly found him in the next room. Alone. Naturally we decided that he must model for us.
Work it, playboy!
You can take a picture with him, too.
Now, get the hell out of the way. It’s the girls’ turn! (How psychotic do I look?)
After this, we lost Logan for a little while. Then BAM… we found her. So creepy.
All in all, I had a great time. And also realized why I love my friends. They are all as weird and awkward as I am.