Never does the second to last letter of the alphabet look as good as it does on a cold and rainy Friday morning.
I find it a tad ironic that I hit the Y to avoid getting cold and wet, only to go inside and get cold and wet.
Actually, the Y is pretty warm which makes swimming much more enjoyable compared old, cold, damp and dreary place I use to swim laps in the old ‘hood. Today was my first early morning swim session this season and it was easy to jump right in and get moving.
I really enjoy playing around with different ways of eating – figuring out what works for me and what doesn’t. It’s like a science experiment really, and I like experimenting on myself. Wait, I mean, I like playing with myself. Ummm, no, that’s not what I meant either.
I read The Zone like 100 years ago, and while the eating plan described there is rather complex and a lot to keep track of, it was still my introduction to the importance of getting fat, carbs and protein at each meal.
On my run this morning I realized it was a year ago today that I embarked on my maiden voyage with my neighborhood running group. Although I guess a year ago today was Halloween, and Halloween is of course tomorrow. So I suppose I really should have written a year ago tomorrow, but the group runs on Saturdays, so it feels like a year ago today. And “a year ago today” feels a more nostalgic than “a year ago tomorrow” – so I’m leaving it.
I go through breakfast phases. Phases where I pretty much eat the same thing day after day after day for weeks on end until one day I wake up in the mood for something different. This is how it always goes. I eventually grow tired of the same old, same old, get some new breakfast idea and the cycle starts all over again.
Right now I am in a cold oatmeal phase. I have been here before and will be here again I’m sure. This means that my husband and children are also in a cold oatmeal phase. As the primary meal preparer in this house, they are pretty much at the mercy of whatever breakfast phase I’m in. Alternate breakfast requests are usually honored provided I have enough notice.
Yes, yes, I know. It’s been a while. I’m still here though. Still running. Still riding. Still drinking green juice. Still eating salads as big as my head. Still living in the city. Still blogging. Oh no, wait, not quite. Blogging again? Hmmm, maybe. I don’t know for sure just yet.
What I do know though is that today I’m feeling motivated to write a little something about the newest thing I’m currently psyched about:
Raising our own backyard chickens.
When my knees start to hurt on my runs, that’s my sign I need new running sneakers.
When the waist band of my jeans starts to feel a little snug, that’s my sign that I’ve been a bit too heavy handed with the nut butters.
And when my house is a mess, that’s my sign that we’ve been really busy.
[Notice there is no picture of my disaster of a house here? Yeah, the lack of photography was no accident.]
We were almost forced to write a strongly worded email to the Tooth Fairy this morning. Apparently the Tooth Fairy slept like a rock last night and did not wake up in the middle of the night like she expected to. Fortunately, the toothless child in question decided to use the bathroom before she remembered about the visit from the Winged Dental Nymph and our crisis was averted.
We’ve got an outdoor homeschool adventure on tap first this morning which will suffice for a workout today. I spent my usual workout time prepping food and packing lunches.
Today felt like an overnight oats kind of morning. Except I didn’t make overnight oats last night. Good thing “Overnight Oats” is just a trick of a name and it could more accurately be called “Just a Few Hours Oats”.
Into a bowl at 6 AM: 1/2 a mashed banana, 1/2 c of rolled oats, 1 Tbsp of almond butter, 1 Tbsp ground flax, a tsp of unsweetened cocoa powder and 1/2 c of chocolate almond milk.
And a single chocolate chip because I’m rowdy like that.
I was off dark and early to the gym this morning. I was |this close| to driving there, when at the last minute I put my keys back and just ran there in the dark instead. It takes me 5 minutes to get there by car considering the time it takes to give the car a minute to warm up, park and walk into the building. Might as well just spend the 8 minutes running there and get my body warmed up instead.
Big juice, little juice. Carrot juice, garlic juice. Which juice is which juice?
Yes, that’s right. That little glass. That very little glass. That very little glass that is only half full is the one with garlic in it.
Zak – AKA Garlic Romancer, asked me the other day about putting garlic in juice. I told him I’d never seen it in any juice recipes but he was free to browse The Juicing Bible I borrowed from the library and admittedly, have barely cracked up open.
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