I’m Thinking Out Loud about meal prep, just a little this week. How most people’s idea of meal prep is getting healthy dinners, etc., prepped on the weekend. And my idea of meal prep might be baking.
Which just may explain why weight doesn’t come off of me easily.
The Perfect Curl
That’s what my husband called it, anyway.
My hair has a mind of its own. I never really learned how to tame its curls with a curling iron. I just air dry, and what happens, happens.
My husband commented at dinner one night that one side (yeah, it’s always one side) was just perfectly curled, and wondered if I’d had a hand in that. Nope, I just had my hair cut, which always brings out the curls, but it just happened.
I really do wish I could make that happen! Then hat hair wouldn’t matter so much.
My Treadmill is Attacking Me
Seriously, my pinkie finger was quite black and blue last week. The handlebars are short, and I have a tendency to swing my hands right into them.
And I bruise very easily.
Am I the only one that does that?
The Randomness of Chafing
Every time I think I have it figured out, I get random chafing. Yes, even when running on the mill. Never used to happen, but has happened a couple of times this winter. With tops I’ve already worn without chafing.
I thought I mostly got chafing when my weight was up, but the irony here is that it’s actually down a bit right now.
Most be those darn batwings.
A Serious Senior Moment
I’ve mentioned before how I basically split my credit cards between two wallets. One of them has my license and obviously the other does not.
I left for the chiropractor Friday, and planned to stop at Sephora for an exchange and at the library for a book pickup.
I could have sworn I’d put both wallets into my pocketbook, but when I got to Trader Joes (because yes, I was stopping there, too), it was nowhere to be found. No license, no library card, and not the credit card I usually use.
I was not happy, and had to skip Sephora and the library.
And then when I got home, I found that wallet underneath the book I’d brought with me in case I had to kill some time before my appointment.
I seriously felt like I was losing my mind, because while I remembered taking it, I swear I remember putting it into my pocketbook!
Meal prep in my house
When most people talk about meal prep, they mean grilling protein, chopping veggies, baking potatoes.
My idea of meal prep is a little different . . .
This is how I roll with chocolate
So Tuesday I shared my first vlog (and yes, I’m milking that baby for all it’s worth) about why I have to take some of the chocolate out of Chocolaterunsjudy.
And then this happened. (recipe is pinned to my Pinterest Brownie board — it’s the one from Sunwarrior).
And then that (below) happened.
But above is exactly what I was talking about in taking the chocolate out of Chocolaterunsjudy: it’s exactly the sort of recipe I would have normally thrown in a few chocolate chips into, even though the recipe didn’t call for it. Because if chocolate is good, obviously double chocolate is better, right? Or is that just me?
Except not always. That’s fine if you’re trying to maintain your weight, but no so good if you’re trying to lose weight. Especially if it’s those last few pounds.
So I refrained myself.
And by the way, when I talk about chocolate, I am not talking about milk chocolate. I never eat the stuff anymore. Or only on very rare occasions. Too sweet. Yes, I said too sweet! Because as I wrote about in 5 Simple Ways to Ditch Sugar, when you use less of the sweet stuff, you crave less of the sweet stuff.
Obligatory Lola photo. Gotta make an effort to take more of Giz, he’s older after all.
As I said on my personal FB page, girlfriend knows how to live.
Speaking of Lola, Tuesday I was rooting around in the fridge for an ingredient I needed for dinner. And knocked a mason jar full of nut butter sauce onto the floor. Which proceeded to smash into smithereens, of course.
Many expletives flew.
After I was done cleaning it up, I saw Lola wasn’t in her bed as usual. I like to know where the animals are, mainly so that they’re not up to no good.
There are three different beds Lola often lays in. Nope, she wasn’t in any of them. Not on the bed in the bedroom.
She was in her crate in the bedroom, because that’s where she goes when she’s scared. Even though I was calmer, she did not want to come back out. I eventually persuaded her, but then she just went right back in.
And just a few moments ago (it’s Wednesday now), I went upstairs with the intention of icing my foot, and found a little glass shard on the couch. How the heck did it get there
Are you a chocolate person? Or salty? What type of chocolate?
I’m linking up with Amanda at Running with Spoons for her: