Hi guys, happy Sunday!
I’d be totally lying if I told you my weekend has been a blast. Because it hasn’t. Hubs and I started out Saturday bright and early with a little “tiff” that basically soured the milk, so to speak. I did escape and have some me time, which was great. I finally got a haircut:
I also bought those sunglasses and dropped some serious coin at Sephora and Ulta, which actually felt amazing. Then I treated myself to a delicious lunch at Lebanese Taverna:
I feel shiny and new, which is great. Today, Hubs is at the Ravens play-off game, and I’d be lying (again) if I said I was happy about it. You know how you know something isn’t a big deal, and it’s even nice for the other person and you totally want them to go and enjoy themselves – but like, on the other hand, shouldn’t they have cancelled those plans and spent the day with you instead? That’s kind of where I am. It really blows that we barely spent any time together this weekend, and tomorrow he leaves town again for three days. Things like this make me anxious to get to Pennsylvania already, so he won’t have to be away so much.
Also, lately (as in this weekend) people have been extra annoying to me. And I’m not PMSing! I just feel like everyone is forgetting that we have a kid, so we can’t just like, meet up at 9pm, randomly. Because the baby is sleeping. And you can’t just leave the baby sleeping, alone, in the house. Jeez. And it’s even more rude and annoying to invite my husband somewhere, when obviously, I’ll have to stay home. I’m extra awesome this weekend, that’s for sure. But so is everyone else!
In cuter news:
Right? He’s growing up so fast. Just running everywhere, trying to talk, learning new tricks (“Up!” for obvious reasons, using the dog stairs to get up on the couch, etc) and just being adorable. He’s still not able to sit still and cuddle me, as I request him to several hundred times a day, but he does do drive-by kisses and those are charming and sweet, too.
Anyway, tomorrow is Monday and I’ve got PLENTY that needs to get done. I think I’ll spend a few moments this evening making my priority list for the week. Just highlighting those things I really must get done, and then adding in the smaller things that would be nice to get done. A little organization feels like a good idea right now.
I hope your weekends have been better than mine! ❤
It’s a beautiful Monday here in Maryland, but this girl is s-i-c-k. I strongly considered writing a pity post about how awful it is to be honest to goodness sick and be a mommy at the same time, but then decided to stop being a whiny pants. It is hard though, as obviously every mother out there knows. It blows. And it doesn’t help that my other half is in Massachusetts right now.
I’ve been up since 6:30. I’ve showered, washed my hair and dried it, did a load of laundry, and went grocery shopping. That’s 5 things more than I felt like doing.
I think the worst part of whatever this sickness is, is the fact that I can’t taste things correctly right now. My tofu stirfry last night should have been delicious, but it tasted like mushy cardboard. Strawberries taste sour. And I feel like everything needs more salt! It’s just awful. And I still can’t stomach the idea of a raw salad, so I’ve been really diligent about getting my morning juice. Since I just went shopping, I refreshed the line-up:
A beet, lemon, ginger, celery, and one beet with its greens, and an apple.
Beets are intense, but so very good for you. They are known as excellent blood purifiers, help create more red blood cells, and are great for all-around circulatory health. I feel my blood could use some purifying.
It was pretty good. And I feel much better having had my juice this morning. I was absolutely telling myself all sorts of stories on the way home from the store about how I could just juice later, or have tea instead, or just juice later… But I don’t know about you, but later lives pretty close to never where I’m from.
Anyway, I’ve got plenty to do to get things ready for our epic family vacation to Martha’s Vineyard. My in-laws, step-daughter and her daughter are coming here Wednesday afternoon from Atlanta, and will brush off that 10 hour drive until Friday, when we’ll head down to Connecticut, grab my dad and sister, and meet up with Hubs in Massachusetts on Saturday morning. Should all go according to plan, we will be on the island no later than 12 pm on Saturday and I can hand over this munchy to his grandparents:
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AND TAKE A NAP!
Until then, have a wonderful Monday!
AND – Welcome to all my new readers! ❤
I started off this beautiful morning with a truly delicious juice: grapefruit and ginger. A little sweet, a lot tangy, with a little spice. Perfect.
Yesterday started off really fantastic. I had one of the best grocery shopping experiences ever! You see, my food supply in the casa was incredibly low, and I had absolutely nothing fresh except apples, which while nice, are not meal-making nice. For a long time now, I have a had a certain routine when it comes to grocery shopping. Or maybe routine is the wrong word, perhaps… RULES. Yes, rules. I had a lot of them. No going to the grocery store hungry, without a list or without my reuseables. That may seem fairly normal and fine and logical. And it is. Going to the store hungry is a surefire way to blow the budget and buy junk!
However, that is not where the rules ended.
As time went on, my rules became exhaustive and restrictive. No eggs, no dairy, no high fructose corn syrup, no carbs, no beans, no overly sugar fruits, no white potatoes, no soy, no processed foods, and you probably get the picture. This list of restrictions made shopping a whole lot shorter of a process, but also a lot less fun. And what was I gaining from this? I had to ask myself, because it wasn’t like I was getting incredibly healthy, losing all the weight I wanted to lose, and feeling like a rockstar — quite the opposite, I was annoyed with myself for wanting to eat things other than green juices and salads. My digestive system was unhappy, and I just ended up going out to eat with Hubs and being a total monster anyway, getting in those precious sugars and carbs any way I could. Something had got to give. And so it has.
Yesterday, I gave intuitive shopping a try. I said to myself: Self, go in there and purchase what looks appealing to you. Go buy what you want to eat. Just do it.
It was so fantastic. I spent about 45 minutes in the store, browsing the aisle, smelling produce, thinking up recipes. I bought things like: white potatoes, whole wheat tortillas, eggplant, kale, grapefruits — and I bought black beans, tofu, and even some whole grain toaster waffles and pure maple syrup. I felt so happy! Isn’t it something, that you can restrict yourself so much in such a basic way, that going grocery shopping without rules becomes so amazingly fun?
The point here is that I didn’t load up my cart with Twinkies and Cheez Doodles. Far from it! My kitchen is now stocked up with very healthy, whole food, and a few processed things like the tofu, TJ’s Masala burgers, and some veggie sausage patties.
So that was sweet. Hanging out with some friends and vino last night was also sweet.
But unfortunately, I just couldn’t end the weekend on a sweet note.
I turned into CrazyTextingWino Sarah.
My victim? My husband, of course. Who happens to be in Arizona.
I’m clearly not going to go into the gory details of the massacre, but let’s just leave it at this: when in doubt, sleep it out.