Mondays are real girl days for me (and also Jamie) because Cavalier (my pool) isn’t open therefore I don’t live my life in a swim suit. Unless I go to the beach in which I’ll wear a bikini and not a guard suit (but that is a nogo today).
This morning I had a lovely wakeup call at 5:30am because I had jazzy sunrise aerobics to attend too. These ladies are seriously cray cray. Someone came in today in a push up bra (not a sports push up bra…if there is such thing) a push up bra, booty shorts and knee high socks. Um girl I don’t know who you were trying to impress at 6am but it wasn’t me.
Confession of the day: I love taking photos in my car. (not when I’m driving…I’m too spazzy for that but when I’m sitting in traffic because the bridge is open…) but I wish I had a legit photo booth inside Lorraine. I need it bahaha. (I’m a freakin weirdo and I know it).
Breakfast today was a lovely bunch of chocolate peanut flour pancakes. These are seriously some of my favorite pancakes ever, as I was finally able to buy dark chocolate cocoa powder versus regular. I’m actually not a big peanut butter (or any nut butter) fan but these are the bomb.com. I don’t like care for the texture and it gets stuck in my throat.
Anywho-we ended up going out to a place called Atlas that is known for their salads. I got a salmon salad with fresh fruit along with random normal salad vegetables and honestly I wasn’t impressed too much. I think there was way too much iceberg lettuce and I was still pretty hungry afterwords.
So I got ice-cream.
On the way home, I decided to change it up and have a hot run at Mount Trashmore. I literally learned that I ran in 95 degree weather. No wonder I was once again a hot sweaty mess. I was able to shower at the Mount Trashmore YMCA though, which is always good. I ran 8 miles at roughly a 7 minute pace which I was happy about. I think it was because there is a family of geese and I am TERRIFIED of birds so I was trying to run away. There are a ton of road races there, but I hate birds so they make me a little bit nervous.
Well I’m off to try my first cooking of spaghetti squash. You guys know how obsessed I am with it but I have never actually prepared it before.
Questions for you:
1. Which animals scare you the most?
2. Favorite spaghetti squash recipe?