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I got to sleep past 7am today.  A small miracle.  I had made plans with a CF friend to do the third Open WOD at 9:15, so I made breakfast and had a nice cup of coffee, leisurely-like.

I made S'mores oatmeal again, and I used the last of my PB2. I tried to get some more, but stupid Festival was out of both varieties. Just empty shelves staring back at me. I was sad.

Because this is delicious.

The workout was a lung burner. 50 wallballs at 10# followed by 200 single unders...repeat for 14 mintues.  I got 2 full rounds plus 26 wallballs.  So to recap I did 126 wallballs and 400 single unders. My quads were jello afterwards and they've been twitching for the last few hours.  My total reps: 526.  This isn't even close to the high scorers in the gym, but it set my lungs on fire.  I coughed for two hours afterwards.  CrossFit is fun, yo.  In a sick way I want to do it again, because I know I wasted precious seconds during my last set, but tomorrow I'm going to be sore and I'd wager Monday the DOMS is going to have me practically petrified. I took a selfie with my wallball, but my phone ate it. I was so bummed when I realized it.  Maybe I'll go to broga tomorrow.  After the workout I made my way home and dished up some leftovers for lunch. Beef and Bacon Cottage Pie, which is always better the second day.

Spicy spicy.

This afternoon I didn't do much of anything aside from knit and watch Mad Men on Netflix whilst drinking mint tea.  It was lovely.  Dinner was a recipe I hadn't tried before from the Athlete's Palate cookbook I got last year.  I want to say it's a Rodale publication and I learned about it through Runner's World.  It's mac 'n cheese, but made with good sharp cheddar, chorizo, and roasted red peppers.  It was pretty fucking great.

GET IN MAH BELLY!

After supper we took the kids and the dog out for a walk.  It was a little chilly this evening and the sun waited until we were on the way home to come out from behind the clouds, but we got some fresh air so there's that.  The temps are supposed to drop into the 40s again on Monday, so we tried to enjoy the warm weather while it's here.  

The girl child returned from her Auntie's house with a bag of chocolate chip cookies.  How can you say no to homemade cookies?  So I had a couple.  They were pretty good, I must say (but mine are better).

I love cookies.

So now I'm blogging and fantastic husband is playing Chutes and Ladders with the smalls.  Turns out we don't have any games for more than 4 players except for Clue and Monopoly. The 7 and 4 year olds are crap at Clue.

The week begins anew tomorrow with laundry, dishes, bathing of smalls, and housecleaning.  Huzzah.  I may make it to broga, but if not I'll get my stretching in with CF, yoga, and a run on Monday.  Tuesday I can go to the fiveonefive, which makes me so damn happy.  

I also have to weigh in on Monday. I kind of want to, and kind of don't.  Still, goals is goals. I'm never going to finish this journey if I don't read the map.  

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It's been a few days.  Sometimes it's hard for me to blog when I work nights because the following day is pretty much sleeping and miscellaneous child care.  Not what you call titillating stuff.  This past week I had the fortune or misfortune of getting minimal sleep on all my work days except Wednesday.  That makes me a dull girl, because I can't motivate to do much of anything aside from bathe and make coffee.

Last Saturday fantastic husband and I ran the Point Bock Run, which is a lovely 5 miler in Stevens Point. It's an out and back which I usually hate, but this one doesn't bug me for some reason.  You get 3 full sized beverages at the end of this one, which is pretty rare.  I spent 2 of mine, one of which was a root beer.  I haven't had a soda in 3 years, aside from the odd sip here and there to remind myself just how disgusting Diet Coke actually tastes, but that root beer was fucking delicious.  It's made with sugar vs. HFCS+aspartame and that makes an enormous difference in the taste.  I really enjoyed it, especially since I'd been awake for 24 hours when I drank it and was in dire need of energy.

My work week was pretty good, busy but not unmanageable. I don't mind busy, it moves things along when you're operating on 3ish hours of sleep.  Last night I went to bed early anticipating a sleep in today as the kids had no school.  Fantastic husband was working, so I was alone in my bed...I thought.  Around 2am I rolled over and upon extending my arm discovered something smallish and warm snoring softly next to me. It was C, and I was too tired to care so I just went back to sleep.  All 3 spawn felt the need to migrate to my bed, with much shouting, jumping, and whining happening at around 6am.  I tried to ignore them, but that was impossible.  When I got kicked in the ribs I leaped out of bed and hollered "That's it. Everybody get the fuck out of my room RIGHT NOW" because I am a great parent. I fed them the remainder of the oatmeal cake and collapsed into a chair with a cup of coffee.  It was almost 2 hours before I got around to making breakfast.

This looks disgusting, but it was divine.  1/2c rolled oats cooked in 1c chocolate almond milk. Mixed in 2tbsp of PB2, then tossed about 6 minimarshmallows and 6 chocolate chips on top.  It was sinful, in a non-sinful way.

Like peanut butter S'mores.

We met fantastic husband's parents out for lunch at Red Robin.  I wasn't feeling a burger, so I opted for the Cobb salad.  It was pretty good, and also huge, so I only ate about half of it.

With avocado. I love avocado.

After lunch we came home and the kids "napped" for a bit while I did a little organizing of some papers and such.  I bought a binder today for said papers.  I really wanted a Trapper Keeper.  Bad.  I couldn't find one, and that made me a lot sadder than seems reasonable.  This afternoon it was almost 65 degrees so I took the dog out with me for a run.  Running with her is like being pushed by a 25mph tailwind while simultaneously being pulled by a car.  It's crazy.  She positively bounds over the road.  I am superfast with this dog.  We did 5 miles and it only took 42 minutes.  That is ridiculous.  At the end I thought I was going to die...because she sped up when she saw our house.  I came in gasping.  My children were quick to point out that I looked SO TIRED and Lucy didn't seem tired AT ALL.  Assholes.

This is my "What the fuck just happened?" face.

We made steak tacos for dinner (well, fantastic husband did, but I paid for the food so I feel that counts) and I mashed it into my face before photographing it.  Your loss, because that bitch had fresh homemade guacamole on it.  The girl child was off to her Aunt's house for a sleepover, so we consoled the boys with a movie at the Budget.  We saw Big Hero 6, and they loved it.  I thought it was cute, plenty of laughs. The soundtrack was pretty cool, too.

Popcorn and a movie.

I guess I technically violated No Buy March because I paid for the movie and snacks.  It was $19.  I could have had fantastic husband pay, but that felt like a cop out. I have successfully stopped myself from buying new running shoes (which I do NOT currently need) and running pants (summer is coming and I have enough pants).  That counts for something, right?  I have also spent $0 in the cafeteria and I did NOT go to the scrub sale on Friday. Yay!  

Tomorrow I'm going to take my happy ass to the box for 15.3, then get either a walk or a run in the afternoon. This weather means I should be outside whenever possible.  I've got the smalls on Sunday, so if we go to CF it'll probably just be for yoga...the Open WOD is just too many damn people to have my kids underfoot. 

I will leave you with this photo of a happy ass.  Her name is Nester, and she belongs to my friend Erin.  He posted this photo in the Sub-30 Club on Facebook and I asked him if I could use it.  He said I could.  I want you to think of Nester every time you see or hear the phrase "happy ass".  I guarantee it'll make you smile.

Look at this ridiculously happy ass. Look at her pink bridle. LOOK AT IT.

This ass is so damn happy she's practically a Unicorn.

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Yeah, so I ran like 400m at CrossFit this morning and that was it. I got a fairly decent nap, which is fortunate because I go on shift in 3.5 hours.  I often find it hard to sleep on my first day on since I got a full night's sleep the night before.  Last night I stayed up to watch the season premier of Broadchurch, so I didn't go to sleep until about 10pm which is super late for me.  I realize that sounds stupid coming from a third shifter, but it's true.

I also got up to go to the #fiveonefive this morning, which certainly helps with the tiredness factor.  Today was mobility day, so it was a 60 minute running clock with movements to get your heartrate up interspersed with muscle group smashing. We climbed ropes, did thrusters, jumped rope, rowed, dumbbell snatches, shuttle runs, handstand pushups, squats, all kinds of fun stuff.  I like these days.  The hour flies by.  The drive over there this morning was illuminated by a full moon.  At the end of the WOD today the sun was up, a sure sign of Spring.

Represent.

Before heading out I had a little something to eat.

Quick and easy at 4:30am.

So my workout was good, and I came home hungry so I made a big breakfast.  I generally don't eat mid-day on my on weeks because I'm sleeping...and in order to keep myself from overeating on the transition day I skip lunch. 

Food-groupy.

In spite of 2 cups of coffee, I was feeling sleepy by 9am so I took a nap.  I got up to make lunch for the boys before they headed off to school and made myself some popcorn for a snack.  Then I went back to sleep.  I got a few hours, which was unexpected and wonderful.  

This afternoon we had parent/teacher conferences for the smalls, so we did a divide and conquer with me visiting the boys' teacher and fantastic husband chatting with the girl child's teacher.  Decent reports on all kids, they aren't the classroom dicks so that's positive. It always takes me aback to hear my kids described as "good listeners" because I'm not seeing that shit at home.  

I sort of violated No Buy March in that it is Book Fair week and each child got to pick out a book since they all got good reports. I spent $19. They didn't technically need the books, but they also weren't for me or utterly useless, so there's that.

Since we were at school late and didn't really have a formed plan for dinner we decided to do pizza night. I had pizza.  It was good.  Not OHMAHGAH pizza good, but frozen pizza good.  I had these 3 pieces and stopped, which is a small victory.  I am fully capable of powering down a whole frozen pizza.

Meh.

Goals for this week: Finish the last 5# of carrots.  Finish the remaining 7# of oranges (oh yeah, I had an orange this afternoon). Continue to pack my lunch every night so as to avoid the cafeteria.

I have lots of good leftovers, so I should be good to go.  

Tomorrow is fantastic husband's work day, so the kids will be at daycare so I can sleep.  The likelihood of my getting in a meaningful workout is small.  If I get some solid sleep I'll hit the treader for at least some walking.  Saturday is the Point Bock Run, so I'll have 5 for sure.  That'll be an interesting day-sleeping in the car, running a noon race, then sleeping in the car some more. I've done many a stupider thing, it'll be fine. Something tells me I'll be slow as shit, but the temperature is supposed to be mild so at least I won't freeze to death!

This last week off was pretty boss.  I'm hoping this work week flies by so I can get back to having fun! 

Yup.

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The dog woke me up at 6am.  My alarm was set for 6:20am.  So I made blueberry pancakes for the smalls, because every now and then I like to get accolades instead of admonishments when I put breakfast on the table.  They had blueberry pancakes and mango, big hit all around.  I even got to eat my breakfast before it got cold because they were too involved with face stuffing to bug me.  Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh.....

I've been eating a lot of oatmeal lately and I wasn't feeling it this morning, plus the griddle was already out so I made myself a batch of banana pancakes.  Dripping with butter, maple syrup, and blackberries because that's how I roll.

Did I mention I got to eat them hot? Squeeeee

I decided at about 8:15 that I should haul my ass to the box for 9:15 so I pulled myself together and peeled a few oranges for the ride over.  Also Babybel gouda, because those things are just delicious.  So one orange and one cheese on the drive to the box.  Today we worked on snatching from high hang and I had a great snatch day (which sounds slightly pornographic). I managed to put up 70 pounds not once, not twice, but three times and it felt good.  It felt easier than 65 pounds.  I was tempted to try 75, which is my current one rep max, but I didn't want to break the spell. I hardly ever have a good snatch day.  The workout was an AMRAP involving a bunch of movements.  I typically like this set up because everyone is done at the same time and no one (me) is still flailing around when everyone else is chilling out drinking coffee.  Today we had company, in the persons of the Green Bay Blizzard who showed up early for their workout and got the privilege of watching myself and others doing burpees to a 6 inch target.  Nothing like a bunch of youngish semi-professional athletes watching you curse and drip sweat to motivate a person. 

Yeah. These guys.

After some hollow holds and supermans (supermen?) I ran out the door and busted ass over to Jenstar for hot yoga.  I crashed through the door, stripped off my outer layers, flopped my mat on the floor and collapsed into child's pose. Then got my ass kicked for an hour.  At least I was already warmed up...and completely smelly and sweaty and disgusting before we even started.  Around the time we started the cool down/stretch portion I was able to smell myself.  Let's just say I was glad there wasn't anyone around me.

After yoga I shuffled on home, smashing an orange and a Babybel into my face.  Fantastic husband and I suited up, leashed the dog, and headed out for 5k.  It was bright and cold.  The wind was atrocious coming off the bay, so we were ninjad up with gaiters part of the time. Don't we look excited about it?

My hair is just one big matted mess at this point.

Also? I need eyebrows. Like stat.

Then it was time for lunch.  Wedding soup and buttered crackers.  Perfect.

Soothes the soul.

Fantastic husband made fresh guac while I was eating my soup, so I had a few scoops of that with some tortilla chips. Shut up. I fucking earned that guac.  Then I finally got in the shower and went straight into sweatpants. Later I will put on my pajamas, which are yoga pants. What can I say? I'm a goddamn fashionista.

We tried a new recipe for dinner tonight.  It's called Ouovo in Purgatorio or somesuch out of NomNom Paleo.  Spicy sausage and mushrooms in sauce with an egg cracked on top and baked in the oven.  The yolks were still runny when we ate these and holy balls was this delicious. I could eat this any time of day...and I'm sure I will, because even though the recipe says it makes four we ended up with eight. Winning.

Just look at it. So beautiful.

I also had a side of mango.

Now I'm actively putting off finishing my laundry and considering going to bed at 8am.  Plan is to hit the #fiveonefive tomorrow for what should be mobility day. I forgot to mention yesterday that in addition to being sloshed full of slush while running, I also wiped out twice while walking the kids to and from school. I'm not talking slipped and caught myself, I'm talking full force wipeout. 

Pretty much this.

My left side is one big bruise. I didn't think it was too bad when it happened, but when I went to bed last night I figured I'd be hurting this morning and I was so right. I'm surprised at how well the day went because I was sore as shit when I woke up.

Tomorrow I go back on shift.  This week off felt longer than usual, which is pretty fucking great. Hopefully my week on will be nice and quick as well so I can get back to more fun things like beating myself to a pulp in the gym and stinking.  

Now if you'll excuse me I need to catch up with some midget housewives in LA. 

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Today is fantastic husband's work day, which means that aside from school I'm flying solo with the spawn. This morning began like every other, with a small child jumping on my bed followed by an hour of random bitching and whining.  They balked at eggs and bacon, because children are stupid and don't know a good thing when they've got it.  I am going to laugh my ass off when they're all away at college or in the military or whatnot.  I am going to take pictures of my meals and text them every day with the caption "MINE".

So they had sad bowls of cereal and I had this.

Mango. Thanks, Costco!

After we walked the girl child to school, they boys wanted to play on the playground for a bit so I indulged them.  It was snowing pretty substantially, but it wasn't cold or windy.  Little children in snowpants are one of my favorite things about winter.  Every kid looks cute in snow gear.  Every one puffy and round with rosy red cheeks and snowflakes on their eyelashes.  They're adorable.  Also well padded.  When there's fresh snow on the ground and the kids are all bundled up I worry less about them falling and shattering something. Both boys are daredevils. Jumping, climbing, scaling things...at least if they fall this time of year you just hear a little pooof and then giggles vs. screaming.  We hung around until the snow started to soak through my jeans, then headed home for a little PBS and sock knitting.

I finished, see?

The boys wanted peanut butter sandwiches for lunch (a popular request lately) so they had that and some oranges while I went for leftover chili.  It was a chili kind of day.

With blue corn tortilla chips.

Then I had an orange, because I've got 13# of them to get through.  Still have about 5# of carrots as well, but I'm going to finish those at work this week.

I walked the boys to 4K and on the way home noticed that the precipitation had changed and there was now a fine crust of ice on the snow from this morning.  You know what that means? Traction. It was right around 30 degrees, minimal wind, and only lightly sleeting.  Five mile run? FIVE MILE RUN! I got home and suited up in some old running tights I forgot I had and my trusty pink Nike windshirt. I wore glasses since it was sleeting and my first mile was into the wind.  I had to wipe ice off them a few times, but once I turned out of the wind onto my head they went and I didn't need eye protection for the rest of the run.  The surfaces were pretty good, I only had to walk part of one uphill section as it was icy.  The temp could not have been nicer. I was also lucky to have a "runner moment" today during mile 4.  I live for those moments...when my lungs are open and breathing is easy, my joints and muscles all feel like they're working in perfect concert, and I feel as though I could run forever.  During that moment two deer leaped out of the trees and bounded across the road into the fields on the other side.  It was fucking perfect.  Then a postal truck drove by and splashed me full of dirty slush and water.  This is why Runner's World will never ask me to be on the cover. Shit like that doesn't happen to cover runners.  So I busted ass home as it was below freezing and I was now soakingwetandslowlyfreezingOHMAHGAH. 

No selfie of that disaster as I was pretty much stripping icy saturated clothing off the moment I got in the door while I bolted into a hot shower.  I'm still glad I went, though.  Most of the run was very pleasant.  

Oh, I had a snack.

Banana, almond, and dark chocolate. 

I picked up the smalls from school and fixed them up with a snack, then had a cup of mint tea to settle my for-some-reason-slightly-upset stomach.  Dinner was my last remaining Wildtree freezer meal which was a Moroccan halibut with carrots.  Not bad, I must say.  I tossed in a little brown rice and quinoa.  The kids had the rice and carrots but fish sticks (and strawberries) because I didn't feel like wasting fish.  Before putting their plates in front of them I stated very clearly that if there was any whining AT ALL about ANY PART of the meal by ANY ONE OF THEM they would all go to bed immediately.  Which totally worked.  They asked questions about the meal and we talked about spices and quinoa and different ways of cutting and preparing carrots. And they actually ate the carrots and rice blend.  I was shocked. I'm going to threaten them every night. 

There is fish under there.

So I just finished folding a billion tiny shirts and underpants.  I even put it all away immediately afterwards which is unheard of for me.  I also ran two loads of laundry and 2 loads of dishes today.  I am on fire. 

Tomorrow I have core yoga for sure and probably a trip to the box since I didn't make it over there today.  Part of me really wants a beer right now, but my belly is still a little off and I don't want to tempt fate. From what I gather it's going to get freaky cold again which makes me want to punch things, but at least I got some air today.  

45 minutes until bedtime for children.  I may not be far behind.

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The scale was kind this morning and I'm down again.  Huzzah.  I also got my off week three-a-day in so I'm riding high on the "healthy living" bandwagon.  I also made it through day 2 of No Buy March so I'm killing it on many fronts today.

Got up at 4:20 so I could make #thefiveonefive at CFGB.  Today's workout was backsquats, a shitload of rowing, and three of my favorite things: hand stand push ups, high box jumps, and rope climbs.  Yay!  I taped up my hand when my band-aid gave out and aside from a scary moment when I slipped on the rope it worked out just fine. Pre-WOD I had a banana with PB2 and a HBE.  It held out pretty well for the workout but I was fucking starving when I got home.

It's protein! It's carbs!

I got home in time to have breakfast with the fam before walking the girl child to school.  I went oatmeal again today, it's just been tasting really good of late.  With raisins and almond milk.

Get in mah belly!

Hung out for a bit and had some coffee and sock knitting time, then headed to yoga for some core work.  When I arrived I discovered it was just me and the instructor today, so I basically got a private session fo free.  Winning. Or losing, depending on your perspective. Winning because I got one on one attention, form correction, rep counting, etc.  Losing because there's no one to take the focus of me and I was watched doing every single rep.  Gulp.  Aside from the fact that she kicked my ass, I guess it was fine.  I was sweating like crazy and my mat was disgusting afterwards.  The instructor made tea, though.  She asked if I wanted some and I was all "Hell yes, free tea!" which was probably weird, but whatever. Free tea and shit.

Free? Wheeeeee!

Then I went to Costco and bought ALL THE FRUIT.  I may have eaten the better part of a container of raspberries on the way home.  Don't judge me. It's not like I ate a bag of cookies on the way home.  If I had even I'd be judging me. Upon arriving home, fantastic husband and I took the dog out for a 3 mile walk. It was a perfect winter afternoon-bright, warm, and clear blue skies.  After our walk I had a snack because I realized that a) I was fucking starving and b) I had neglected to eat lunch.

Key Lime Greek yogurt with graham cracker pieces.

Heavenly.

I then realized that I looked like this all day.  No makeup, sweat-crunchy hair matted down by my hat, and for the love of little baby dolphins where are my eyebrows?!? I also smell fantastic in this picture. When they invent scratch-and-sniff internet, you bitches are in for a treat.

I can smell me.

So I showered (duh) and actually dried my hair before heading over to school for the girl child's troop meeting.  I took an orange. Oh, BTW I bought another 13# box of oranges.  I'm not going to photograph every one.  It's a motherfucking orange.  It was a delicious, awesome orange. Fairly certain that 13# isn't going to last the week.

It was leftover night, so I had a bowl of Wedding Soup.  I didn't photograph it.  You may refer to previous posts if you really need to see it.  I also had some buttered saltines.  Is there anything better than buttered saltines?  They taste like rainy days and childhood. 

Now I'm sitting on my ass watching TV.  I'm considering going to bed because I've been up since 4:20am and I did a lot of shit today.  I also finished off that container of raspberries. Because I finish what I start, motherfuckers.  It is the first episode of this seasons's RuPaul's Drag Race, though...I may have to stay up.  I love me some drag queens.

Tomorrow will be a run, possibly a WOD.  We'll see, we'll see.  No Buy March rolls on, training for the Cellcom half begins.  Now if we could just get a little Spring...

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229? Seriously?  I have to start looking at my totals before I go out for a run.  My obsessive side is not dealing well with these numbers.

This past week has gone pretty well, I've made it to CF twice, I've gotten my runs in, and I went to yoga today for some deep stretching.  Right now my hamstrings are pretty angry with me, but they'll get over it.  I'm going to do a 30 day ab challenge for March because the fact that toes to bar are no longer in my repertoire annoys the piss out of me and intensive work on my core is really the only way to solve that shit.

Oh, and it's also No Buy March.  I'd posited on Facebook that I could go an entire month without purchasing anything that was not a true necessity.  For example: workout gear, beauty products, yarn, scrubs, and shoes.  Those are things I do not need. What I already own is sufficient and I have a bad habit of "picking up" things that I don't actually require.  Now, if I run out of soap (I won't) or dandruff shampoo (I probably will, and yes I have dandruff) or something breaks and I don't have a back up I will purchase it.  I will pay the bills (mortgage, household stuff, gym membership) but I won't spend money on stupid shit (coffee, cafeteria food).  I'm trying to save enough money to pay off my student loans before my 40th birthday and eliminating useless spending will go a long way toward achieving that goal.

Today I went to warm stretch yoga at 9am.  I was going to go to CF for broga, but it's fucking cold in there and I was really, really locked up so I figured I'd have better luck in a heated yoga studio.  It was certainly helpful.  I had some oats with PB2 and raisins for breakfast.

I've been experimenting with smaller portions of oatmeal. 

So far, so good.

A couple of days ago we made Italian wedding soup.  I say we because I made the stock in the crockpot (I put in a chicken carcass or two, a quartered lemon, a quartered onion, a couple of sad sack carrots, a celery stalk, some garlic, sea salt, parsley flake, and pepper and let it ride for 8 hours on low) and fantastic husband assembled the spicy meatballs and noodles and spinach.  Leftover wedding soup looks weird, but it tastes fantastic.  

From scratch soup, son.

Recognize.

After lunch I went out for a 4 miler.  It was hilly and there was a headwind on the way out and the way back (I run a loop) but it was almost 30 degrees and sunny, so I wasn't going to complain too much.  I miss running outside.  I'm slow as shit, but I don't care.  I didn't even wear my watch.  My hamstrings...oh, my hamstrings.

My clearance Nike running shirt.

After my run I sat down and had some water, then realized I was still kind of hungry so I had a Chobani Flip. Greek yogurt with a little sidecar of mix ins.  They all run around 200 calories, and the flavor combinations are interesting.  This one was coconut yogurt with slivered almonds and dark chocolate pieces to mix in. Delicious.  All the flavors are pretty tasty, and the mix ins run from granola and nuts to chia seeds.  Peach and pistachio, blueberry granola and chia, etc.  Not paleo, but good, and that's where I'm at.  I wasn't dropping weight on a straight paleo diet, so I'm tweaking for weight loss.  I'm pretty sure I could rig these up on my own with plain greek yogurt, so I'm taking notes.

It's like dessert, but with protein.

The monthly menu called for chili today, which is fantastic husband's domain.  He was a good boy and bought some beer, as I love a beer with a bowl of chili.  Hoppy goodness with an ABV of 7.5% which is why I felt a little silly after drinking this.  Don't judge me, I hadn't eaten since 1pm.  

This beer is deranged.  Says so on the label.

The chili was excellent as always, and never to be repeated because fantastic husband doesn't measure anything.  He can't make it as spicy as we like it because then the kids won't eat it, but it's still pretty delicious.  I got a second beer (6.9% ABV) and fantastic husband said "A second beer?  Does that mean anal tonight?" because he is a fucking romantic. Literally and figuratively.  What it actually means is that I'm going to be feeling very magnanimous during the kids' bathtime and bedtime routine.  I may read a story, this beer is that good.  Then I'll probably just go to sleep.  Which may mean anal.  Who knows.

With cheese, motherfucker.

I also did some sock knitting so my second sock is almost complete.  I love to knit socks, because when the second one is done you can just pull them right on and wear them.  Sweaters not so much.  I have to have a reason to wear a handknit sweater.  My wardrobe consists of sweats and scrubs, so until I finish my big old grandpa cardigan made with acrylic machine wash yarn?  I'm not just pulling on a sweater. Handknit socks are a hug for your feet.  I've made so many now that other than working out I'm pretty much wearing a pair all the time.  I. Love. Socks.

Ok.  Plan for tomorrow is the box for the #fiveonefive then core yoga at 10:30.  Hopefully a little run time in there someplace.  February was only 75 miles after 150 for January, but the week of vacation and then illness made a dent.  It's a year long challenge and there's a lot of year left.  I'm not too worried. Goal for March is a run or walk every single day.  No reason that can't happen.  

Anyone want to join me for No Buy March?