Is there such as thing as too many bananas? I hope not.
Should this blog be called Sugar Confessions? It’s beginning to turn into that, right? How boring. ANYWAY…Here another one – pretend like it fascinates you. 😉
Chocolate Cherry Larabars equal AMAZING (and deadly). Amazing in the sense that they are about 70% good (dates, almonds, unsweetened cherries, cashews, seasalt) and 30% deadly (chocolate, sugar, and a complete lack of responsibility…on my part, not Lara). I know they’re not BTWG approved and I’m really going to have to cut them out after the Whole Life Challenge starts, but DANG do I like them! They’re filling and hit the spot when I feel like eating thirteen cupcakes at once. I tried replacing them with the Cherry Torte Larabars. Epic fail. Ya’know what was missing? Chocolate.
In light of the sneaky vegetable box eaten at the farmers market (don’t worry, that was real bacon). Ron Swanson reminds us to keep it real.
Picked up two new recipes at the farmers market. Haven’t tried either of them, but I have a sneaking suspicion when I do, it’s going to rock my face off.
– My accountability partner shared her favorite take-to-work lunch on Saturday and it sounds like a great alternative for those sushi lovers. Take seaweed sheets, put on canned salmon (canned in water -duh) and eat. She says it’ll satisfy that craving and is a great midday option. Probably a little light for my taste, but I’m usually STARVING by lunch, so to each their own. 😉 Try it out and let her know what you think.
Sneaky Vegetable Box
– The following conversation happened between me and a vendor at the farmer’s market this weekend. (Keep in mind, I made Mr. B-How order one first before buying my own. I live dangerously that way.)
“Breakfast Box – eggs, vegetables, sauerkraut, goat cheese, add bacon for $2.”
Me: What are the vegetables in the Breakfast Box.
Dude (as he’s loading it up with goat cheese and garlic sauerkraut) : hmmmm….today it’s summer squash, mushrooms, and kale
Me: I hate all of those vegetables. That’s very sneaky of you, sir.
Dude: That’s what we do, sneak veggies in with the bacon.
Me: Well played.
Seriously, though. That was a perfect weekend breakfast food (and for fall)! I’m going to have a brunch party some day and sneak veggies in all the dishes. I didn’t watch them make it, but basically it’s scrambled eggs, squash (zucchini??), kale, mushrooms, little bit of goat cheese, garlic, and beet root sauerkraut. I could do with or without the kraut, I’ll leave that for you to decide, but it sure was a taste adventure.
Karie is the keeper of my secret that I’ve been TERRIBLE about turning in my logs the last…oh… four weeks. What?!?! Yes. Four weeks.. Maybe three. All the same, what an embarrassment! What did I do, just take a vacation? Who knows. But if you want to draw a metaphor between my slacker logging and the really pathetic way I got lost on Saturday, feel free. Shannon wins a gold star for being my human GPS to the farmers market (despite the fact I literally had a GPS, Google Maps, and Mapquest print out on me…really).
Chris: So tell me where you are right now?
Me: I’m at the corner of Westfield and Westfield.
Chris: Ummm…I’m going to give you to Shannon.
Shannon: Where are you?
Me: Now I’m at Subway.
Shannon: Do you see the McDonalds?
Me: Nope, all I see is Subway.
Shannon: Alright, head east-
Me: Which way is east?
Shannon: Turn right, we’re behind the school.
Boom, she found me!! And, in turn, I found them. 😉 And we all found bacon. Karie wins the gold star for being my accountability partner. I promise not to let you down, Karie, I did my logs this week!!
Two thumbs up to all of those keeping me honest, stickin’ with the program themselves, and gearing up for the Whole Life Challenge. Getting it together just in time! 😉
Also, I missed covering the blog in bacon. Hope I didn’t lose everyone!
Hold up guys…did you just feel that? It felt like a little bit of thin just went by. If you missed it, no worries, it was really just a quick brush-by, but I felt relatively thin for the first time since, well….hmmm….that’s a tricky one. I don’t remember the last time I wasn’t pregnant and/or gaining weight. Yay for me- I’m old and my brains are going! I’m going to go back to feeling generally tubby again for now, but I have plans to be around when that thin feeling shows back up. You guys should stick around for it, too.
I’ve never been a caffeine addict. My own enthusiasm for hearing myself talk is enough to get me up each day, to the frustration of many a first period student over the last five to eight years (and Mr. B-How). So caffeine is something that shows up only when I really need it – and today was one of those days. I own a small business sewing appliqued sorority letters outside of teaching. In the fall is when I get hit hard. I’ve been known to work Sat. and Sun some weekends as well as several weeknights until 11 or 12. This is just the beginning, but adding Babykins into the equation, I thought I’d die without a good swift caffeine kick today. I splurged on a small diet coke (with plenty of ice) from McDonald’s but five hours later I am still WIRED my friends. The downside of rarely using it is that when you do, you better be ready to PAARRRRTTTYYYYYY!!!!! We’re not going to do this again for awhile.
We had nice group conversation back two weeks ago about how to deal with people who question your nutrition decisions, but I’ve run across one I can’t solve. I have no problem telling family, friends, co-workers, my grandmas, grocery store checker outters, and strangers who work in the offices below us why I’m eating what I’m eating, but this one cannot be trifled with. Nice old ladies. And by old I mean 80+ that you’re not related to. We took Babykins to visit Mr. B-How’s first babysitter and her husband who are both 89 years old and sweet as can be. Of course we were offered Coke/Pepsi which I managed to get around by drinking water, but you know nice old ladies- they’ll pour a bag of munchies just because they like having you around. So no matter how much I protested that we didn’t need anything, a bowl of chocolate covered pretzels showed up and it would’ve broken her heart if we hadn’t eaten some. What’cha gonna do ’bout that? I can be tough with meanies, but I can only tell sweet old ladies no once or twice before I cave. It’s not the hill I’m going to die on. 😉 (Don’t worry, I don’t take that crap from my own grandmas.)
The other day someone ate the last of the bacon. (That person was me). I had to resort to …not eating bacon. Dun dun duuuunnnn!!!