Alright kids, hold onto your britches because we got a big one coming your way! Since there has been no “This and That” post this week, I am going to weave it into today’s. So please, follow along (if you can).
First and foremost, I need to thank y’all for your “get out of a funk” suggestions yesterday. Even though I’m not feeling completely out of the hunches yet, I just got back from a 3 mile run + yoga and am feeling lots better. Amazing what a lil’ endorphin rush can do, no?
Brekkie went unphotographed because I was inhaling my Barbara’s Vanilla Almond Shredded Oatmeal + skim milk plus a naner + AB as I was walking out the door. Funny thing is, I wasn’t late for work.
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I was def a lil’ funkalicious throughout the day today, including splaying myself on the floor in our office. Suddenly, our co-worker came barging in with a metal jousting helmet on and scared the bejeezus out of all of us. Yes, a guy that works down the hall is a legit medieval times jouster. No lie.
Lunchie was leftovers from last night’s Veggie Thai Red Curry…
After the red curry, I think the spiciness upset my tum-tum a bit so I dug into my snack a bit early…
I know, I really need to get over the size of these bars. However, the flavor? AMAZING.
Later in the afternoon, I let my funk get the best of me, and I dived (or dove?) into a handful of these…
A handful of Raisinets might have also entered my mouth. And I’ve been reminded, some sour watermelon slices.
After gorging myself on sugar and on the verge of a fructose coma, I finished up the day and walked my buns home. Then I threw on my running gear, ran 1.5 miles to the gym, sweated out with a 75 minute yoga sesh (FULL of downward dogs + chaturangas = sore arms) and ran 1 mile home.
Then I devoured the most delicious bowl of yog eva!
After dindin, I had a phone date with our fave Brit Angharad and now I gots to shower, clean this place up and hit the hay.
My bloggy changes are comin’ soon,
so don’t go leaving to rocket to the moon.
I promise the same stuff with a bit o’ sass,
peace out and much love from this g-ma lass!