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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?  

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The dog is currently eating one of L's valentines and I don't care.

Today is my Friday!  Hooray!  One more shift and seven off begins.  The Open WOD will be announced tomorrow night and I'll go bash it out on Friday morning, followed by yoga.  This weekend will be for laundry and finishing the unpack from vacation.  I can pack for vacation in 30 minutes, but it always takes me weeks to unpack afterwards.

Whenever I get back from a vacation I spend the next month fantasizing about the next one.  We'll spend a week in Jamaica! No, we'll take a 2 week cruise to Scandanavia! No, we'll go hiking in the Appalachians! And I research and research and research and plan and plan and plan.  And nothing will ever come of it.  It'll be years before we go on vacation again.  Sigh. If only everything didn't take so much time and money. Childcare is another hurdle. We'll do family trips (camping, national parks, etc) as the kids get older, but that's not vacation. If your trip involves kids under the age of 5 you are most certainly NOT on vacation. Also, traveling with a family of 5? Yeah, fuck that.  If you want to fly you're looking at 2 large minimum, and if you want to drive you'll be looking at your sanity in the rear view.  We'll be spending weekends in Door County for a few years.  Camping close to home is a good option for the cheap and impatient.

Anyway, at least mentally planning a vacation has been keeping me awake at work.

Last night's midnight lunch was leftover chicken stroganoff.  Relatively small portion, but fulfills my "it's warm or it's not a meal" criteria for midnight lunch.

Mmm. Lunch.

Had my standard carroty snack with eggs.  These carrots are delicious.  I could eat 10 pounds of them.

One peeled cleanly, one was wonky.

Had a chocolate cherry oatmeal smoothie and some cheese.  This smoothie was fluffy initially, but lost it's fluff jostling around in my lunch bag.  It was still tasty, but there was decidedly less volume.

chococherry oats is becoming a favorite.

I was never much of a toast eater prior to dropping grains a few years ago, but every now and then I go on a toast bender.  I've been buying Ezekiel bread because it has a nutty flavor and isn't nutritionally devoid the way most breads are.  It's tasty with a little butter and jam.  Hit the spot at 5am.

Took about 15 minutes to toast, though. 

Stupid hospital toaster.

I was a little peckish when I got home, so I mixed up a little PB2 (gasp! legumes!) and dunked a banana in it. I don't use PB2 very often, but it's good mixed with oatmeal or tossed in a smoothie.  You get peanutty flavor without a shitload of extra fat.  

Surprisingly tasty.

I slept fairly well today, which is always a good thing, and made cheesy chicken fingers for the kids.  Well, and myself.  With spicy mayo...mmmmm.

Mixed veggies AGAIN? was what I got from C. We have them maybe twice a month.

I washed some clothes, washed the spawn, clipped finger and toenails, and hopped on the treader for 3. Exciting stuff, right?

I stole this meme from the interwebs.  I would totally vote for NdGT for president. #scienceswag

Time to tuck in the spawn and hit the shower.  Last night in the salt mine.  Woo!

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1801?  Seriously?  I should just go get on the fucking treadmill and pound that shit out right now.  But I won't.  Because I just ate a huge amount of cauliflower and I'm pretty sure I'd rocket right through the ceiling.  I'll bust it out tomorrow.

Today I learned that I am old.  I dosed some pentobarb for an anesthesia guy and explained what they were going to do to a pair of the techs.  I then imitated Billy Crystal's Miracle Max from The Princess Bride.  You know, the discussion about being "mostly dead" vs. "all dead"?  I was met with blank stares from my 20-something co-workers.  Blank. Stares.  I'm an excellent mimic, so it wasn't my impression that was at fault. Zero recognition.  Even when I explained the reference, one of them had no idea what I was talking about. So I took my dusty old bones and creaked out of the pharmacy.

Cut rhrough his clothes and look for loose change.

So I'm back from hiatus!  Mostly I didn't have anything meaningful to say and since I've not been getting any distance this week I figured why bother.  After vacation I seemed to come down with that creeping crud that was going around.  It was just that sort of low grade nagging illness that robs you of your ambition.  I was really tired and had some non-specific sinus symptoms plus a headache that would not die.  I drugged myself silly and went to work, but aside from some yoga I didn't do much.

Upon arriving home, I also weighed myself. I feel like that's pretty normal, checking in after vacation.  The number I saw was a deeply unhappy one, so I've been monitoring my intake this past week and I lost most of it.  I'm not beating myself up about it, just watching my portions to undo the damage.  So far, so good. I'm planning to spend the next 6 months working slowly toward my goal weight.  That should be plenty of time to take things in a moderate way and not be all crazy.  I will be weighing myself on Mondays, but ONLY on Mondays.

This past week at work has been largely uneventful, which is good.  Two more shifts and I can get back into my workout routine full force.  The CrossFit Open starts this week, and my half marathon training plan begins on Sunday, so I'll have lots of great stuff to motivate me.  I also spent some time last night plotting out my yoga classes for the next three weeks and getting them down in my calendar so I don't forget.  I also scheduled my WODs for the next 3 weeks so I get to the box as much as possible.  That first Open workout is going to hurt after being off for 2+ weeks, but I'm going to do it with #thefiveonefive so it's bound to be fun.

My midnight "lunch" was just leftovers from dinner the evening before.  Chicken, green beans, and sweet potato.  Basic and boring.

Mmmm. Boredom is delicious.

We bought a 10 pound bag of carrots at Costco last week.  Fantastic husband is all "Are we actually going to eat 10 pounds of carrots?" and I was all "Hell yes we are!" so now I'm trying to eat 10 pounds of carrots. Because damn it, if I can eat 13 pounds of oranges, I can eat 10 pounds of carrots. I also made some HBE because I need a good, filling snack overnight and plain veggies doesn't do it.

They've been peeling abnormally well.

I love oatmeal, but cooking it at work is challenging because I have to watch the microwave like a hawk or it boils over and makes a huge mess.  I can't really stand and stare at the microwave for 5 minutes, so I tried combining dry oats with almond milk, raisins, and spices while cold and letting them soak overnight. All I have to do is warm them up and eat.  Super easy and it worked out great.  Plus the raisins soak up the almond milk and get all fat and juicy, too.  Love it. I've done it a couple of times this week.

There was more at the outset.

Fantastic husband had CE today, so the kids went to daycare and I went to sleep.  I slept from 8 until around 2pm and then got up and had a cup of coffee.  I was debating going out for a run when husband came home and suggested a walk, so that's what we did.  We took the dog out for 3ish miles and it was lovely.  We also walked to get the kids from daycare instead of driving, so I counted that distance, too.

I look wide. Well, I am wide, so there you have it.

Dinner tonight was meatloaf and cauliflower mash.  Again, I thought "I should have some veg."  

Comfort food.

I'll cross over the 1800 mile mark tomorrow, and Thursday I'm hoping to hit the box for a WOD before the Open officially starts.  Friday will be the Open WOD at 0515 and yoga at noon.  I feel like a slug after just sleeping/working this week away, but shit happens and you move on.  I slept A LOT yesterday, and got good quality sleep today, so I'm set up for success on my week off.  

Slowly but surely, I will get this weight off.  One of these days I'm going to learn that if I stay the course I won't have to keep starting over.  I mean, I'm old enough to quote The Princess Bride...I should have this shit figured out by now.

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Today was a home with the kids day, fortunately school wasn't delayed so the girl child was off at the appropriate time this morning.  We walked home, which meant that I got to bundle up and stand outside the school waiting for Little Miss Pokey to emerge.  At least the boys can stay inside with their teacher until she makes her exit-today she was nearly last and I was getting pretty cold.  C asked me why it wasn't warm when they left school, because the weatherman said it would be warmer in the afternoon.  I had to explain that "warmer" and "warm" are not the same thing.  He looked perplexed.

There was minimal breakfast bitching, which is a welcome change.  I had a hankering for an egg sandwich, so I made ham, egg, and cheese on Ezekiel toast.  It was pretty good, I have to say.  I bought raspberries at Costco this week and they were sweet like candy, so I had some of those as well.

With a runny yolk.  Tasty.

I feel like I was busy this morning, but I can't tell you doing exactly what.  I did some dishes, but other than that I think that just the sheer noise and activity level left me feeling worn out.  The boys asked to play outside, which was out of the question as it was 30 below, so they settled for the Lego movie instead.  This means I got to watch them dance like robots and sing "Everything is Awesome" for 2 hours.  Also the dog was practically attached to my side all morning.  

I was hungry mid morning so I made some toast with sunbutter and raisins.  

Like PB&J but not.

I fired up my Vitamix to make broccoli cheese soup for lunch.  I never thought I'd make soup in a blender, but this is super handy for making small portions.  I can make enough for lunch and a portion to take to work instead of making a giant batch and eating it for a year.  I also finished up a quesadilla from dinner the other night (homemade with chicken and veggies).  A weird combo, but it's what I had.  The soup was fantastic.

It's such a vivid shade of green.

After taking the boys to 4k, I booked it home to grab some sleep.  I know that sounds unbelievably lazy, but I had a 3 hour window that needed to be maximized so I wouldn't fall straight into a coma at work.  I did actually sleep, but I had a seriously fucked up lucid dream.  It involved one of the stand-up comics from the ship and the bus he drives for some reason, a stone cottage in Scotland, a few shitty teenage boys, a bunch of tourists and me driving the bus into the ocean.  Fucked. Up.

After I got up I ate a bunch of raspberries.  They were delicious.

I made spaghetti for dinner using the Wildtree spaghetti sauce blend for the first time. It was super easy and really tasty.  The kids actually ate it.  I win.

Spaghetti squash for me.

I actually managed to cook this spaghetti squash without exploding it or severing my hand while preparing it. Lucky day I guess.

I did get on the treader for 3 miles (plus I walked to-and-from school), but they sucked balls because the hormonal shitstorm I suppressed with pills last week is in full force.  Funsies.  Hey, at least I moved around a bit.

Back in the salt mine for a 7 day stint.  Gotta make that money.

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Back in the swing of things today.  I didn't make it to the box, which was my own stupid fault as I lazed around in bed until 6am.  I just got so used to sleeping in until 7am last week...it's hard to shake. Also hard to shake is indiscriminate eating.  I put on weight while we were gone, not sure exactly how much, but I'm feeling heavy and sluggish.  Starting over at zero sucks. Ah well.  I've got months before I have to retire my sweatpants.  Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more!

Got up and did some laundry after breakfast.

Dullsville.

I did kid laundry and my own laundry this morning. I can't begin to describe how sad it was to see all my vacation clothes hanging in the laundry room, knowing they won't see the light of day for another couple of years.  Turns out I own a shitload of strapless dresses.  What can I say?  I have nice shoulders and a big ass tattoo that I like to show off.  

I had a bowl of unsweetened applesauce with a sprinkle of cinnamon.  I love applesauce.  

Snackin' like a toddler.

I made myself a chocolate cherry almond milk smoothie and split it into 2 portions.  I drank half of it on the way to yoga and saved the rest for later.  I didn't take a picture.  It was in a jar...does that help?  Yoga was core focused today and the instructor had several new and horrible movements to try.  She's creative, I'll give her that.

After yoga, fantastic husband and I went out for lunch and then to Costco.  We had Panda House, and yes I pretty much ate it all.  It was delicious.  I don't remember the last time I had non-homemade Chinese. There was a fuckload of celery in this.  I'm not a fan of celery.  It makes the tip of my tongue numb.  

Cashew chicken.

Got off cheap at Costco, especially since we had a huge cartload of stuff.  I really wanted a 13# box of oranges, but husband says we have to eat up the clementines in the fridge first.  Dream killer.  We did get these enormous grapes-seriously, they are the size of plums.  I'm a little weirded out, but they taste pretty good.  All the other grapes looked like they'd partially frozen in transit.  So sad.  We also bought a pineapple and as we were loading up the car with our discount bulk booty, I looked over at it sitting in the kid seat portion of the cart and was struck by the absurdity of it.  It's 10 degrees below zero and I'm loading a pineapple into my car.  Look how rich I am!  I bring the tropical fruits home in the dead of winter! 

I had the second half of my smoothie later in the afternoon.  Not because I was hungry.  Because chocolate.

I also ate, in no particular order, a Babybel cheese, a handful of raisins, and 2 ponczkas.  

So I guess it's Lent or something?  Being non-Christian I don't really keep track of the church calendar like I did when I was in Lutheran school and there were quizzes on such things.  And along with Lent goes Fat Tuesday and ponczkas.  My husband makes exactly one batch of these Polish donuts exactly once a year, on the Tuesday before Lent.  He makes his Busha's recipe. These are still hot from frying, we shake them in a bag of sugar and I'm pretty sure I saw the face of God.  But probably not.  These are so good.  They tear my guts apart and I don't care. I fucking love donuts.  Especially fresh ones.

Oh, the fried fatty goodness.

I got out of the habit of photographing my food while on vacay.  I need to start again for accountability's sake.  Dinner was Chipotle Lime pork chops and roasted asparagus.  Pretty good.  Nothing too interesting.

Charlie: I don't want any of that green stuff on my plate.

Me: Why?

Charlie: I don't like it.

Me: You don't even know what it's called, you don't get to say you don't like it.

Charlie: I don't need to know to know that I know.

After dinner fantastic husband went out for his last basketball game of the year, so I speed washed the spawn, cut down their nasty talons (how do their finger and toenails get so long and hideously dirty so fast?) and headed downstairs for a little treadmill time.  I forgot to take a selfie, but I did 5 miles and since I walked back and forth to school with the kids earlier I had 5.5 for today.  I did take a dog selfie afterwards, though, because this dog is ridiculous.  She spent a week boarding at Golrusk and went to Fun Camp every day where she ran around so much that she was skin and bones when we picked her up even though she ate her food twice a day.  We are now in the process of feeding her many fatty snacks and keeping her extra activity low so she fattens up a bit. She was sitting totally normally with me until I got the camera, then it was Cover Girl time, apparently.

I'm ready for my close up, Mr. DeMille

Tomorrow I go back on at work, which reminds me I need to enter my PTO so I get paid.  Better do that now.  I need to get paid.  I know I'll be running tomorrow, everything else is up in the air.  I hope like hell I can get a nap.  

I also hope I remember all my passwords at work.