One word for today: BLAH.
I spent almost the entirety of it on my bum, laptop and textbooks glued to each side of me, scanning page after page of blurring words in attempts to be somewhat caught up with the chapters and chapters of readings I should be done by now. I’m not a fan of this school thing right at this moment, I’ll tell you that much.
Didn’t help that I was out too late and had a wee bit too much fun last night, resulting in my feeling tired, cranky and crappy all day today.
Which definitely didn’t help with making good food choices either.
Which consequently definitely didn’t help in making me feel good in any way, shape or form. It’s all the cereals fault.
Upon waking this morning I was not hungry in the least. Probably a result of the late night leftover pasta attack I had. Eventually when the tiniest hunger hit I attempted to make a combined breakfast/lunch meal out of cereal.
Here’s a bowl that I ate the contents of. It had some cereal in it, along with some pumpkin, yogurt and frozen banana. It was good. Very good.
However, before this bowl I had a field day with the Weetabix family.
I dug into all of these boxes. Many times over (The Chocolate Crisp is my new addiction). Consequently I had brick-in-stomach syndrome for many many hours after this.
Nearing dinner time I was ready for a wee snack-attack alongside my geography readings. Much leftover pasta is unshown but was not unconsumed.
Dinner was feeling a little fiesta-y. Here we’ve got some chicken, some rice, some corn, tomatoes, black beans… all good stuff. It lacked a bit of flavour but a dash of buffalo sauce and a stir of salsa later and it was rolling in tastiness.
And I just very regretfully realized that I forget to take pictures of the Halloween COOKIES I ate later on this evening! Good thing Google knows what I’m talking about. These things are amazing straight out of the oven. Next day not so much. But out of the oven… hot and melty addiction. I was going to have half. Instead I had two and a half.
The Chocolate Crisp cereal addiction presented itself high on mighty as part of this breakfast, alongside fresh chopped fruit and a big swirl of pumpkin mixed with strawberry yogurt and cinnamon.
I worked Saturday, where I ate a not-so-pretty salad, apple, Fibre One bar lunch.
Saturday night dinner was where the pasta that was the culprit of the leftover pasta attacks was first born. This was a pasta dish that included pasta sauce, sundried tomatoes, spinach and mushrooms. It was darn good, so much so that I ate like thirty helpings + thirty more helpings of fresh hot-from-the-oven bread slathered in roasted red pepper hummus. No wonder I felt like a rock after this.
I tried to do a sprint interval run post dinner. Worst idea ever. I literally almost lost my dinner.
Then I went out for a night of drinking, dancing and glowstick waving. I guess they decided it would be cool to throw glowsticks at the crowd. I guess I agreed because I spent the rest of the night hoarding every single one I could find. I gave a few away (reluctantly) to people who asked nicely. I should have taken advantage of the people who thought I was selling them and instead of telling them no, told them a buck a piece. I could have had some good cash flow coming in that night!
Then I came home, pasta attack happened, sleeping happened.
Thursday + Friday
We’ll go over this one quickly and in a combined day fashion.
I strained some plain yogurt to make makeshift GREEK (get your butt to Canada already Greek yogurt, would ya? And that one single tub of the very full fat stuff on the grocery shelves does not count) and it made my breakfast a happy moment.
And there was some more Weetabix family cereal feasts going on… with pumpkin, yogurt and fruit joining in on the fun.
It was on Friday that the Chocolate Crisp first came into my life, courtesy of Costco.
Courtesy of our garden: Lovely little picturesque baby tomatoes
And the rest, courtesy of our food stash:
Slaw, carrots, Fu, leftovers.
That would be cottage cheese rolled inside a turkey slice. I wanted some kind of cheese in there… that was the first one I came upon after the mold-topped cream cheese. I thought ah what the heck and went with it, why not?
Salad and pasta salad. The salad was double this size but I contained half after I accidentally went haywire with the pasta salad and gave myself pasta-salad-brick-in-stomach. What is my deal with pasta this week?! And bread… and cereal…
See, I eventually ate the containered other half of the salad, topped with a few pieces of chicken and a blob of Sabra Baba.
Oh fresh bread. Oh mound of roasted red pepper hummus. Oh bites of heaven.
So after this weekend I’ve concluded that I need to:
– Work more diligently on class readings
– Work more diligently on eating like a normal human being
– Never eat pasta again Yeah. RIGHT.
In all honesty though I think I need to be a little more sound in my eating habits this week. Smarten up sonny! We’ll see how it goes.
Oh, and I’m trying to bring back the alternating days of 100 squats/pushups/abs. I did it back in March without missing a day and I’m slowly but surely trying to reintroduce it again to bring back some muscle def. I missed today. Whoops. But otherwise I’ve been pretty good and come October it’s crackdown.
With that, I need to get to bed. I’m hoping tomorrow will be more of a case of the Marvelous Mondays than the Miserable Mondays. That could very well be determined by what time I succeed in getting to sleep though, so I’m off to try to up my luck before it’s too late literally.