Eats and Outfits

Different than the norm of ‘eats and exercise’ (because let’s face it, you don’t need to see a M-F list of me going to Hot Yoga classes) I decided to go with the outfits I wore to work each day last week…and then corresponding dinners.

As far as the clothes went, I really got to relax with my dress code. I wore jeans twice, green khakis, an A-line dress, and black ultra-skinny pants (not jeans) from the GAP. OMYGOD THOSE SKINNY PANTS ARE FANTASTICAL. Seriously, go to Gap and try them on. And then buy them. And wear them everywhere.



That gorgy-pordgy elephant belt was originally priced at $49!!! Holy shniz, I would not pay that much for a belt. Luckily, I know how to work a sale (and an associate) and I wound up paying $11 for that sucker.

Meals for the week were all SUPER EASY. I mean, I was trying to manage work, set aside a few hours each day for yoga, walk the pups, get laundry done, yadda yadda, so anything that was easy peasy ended up yummy in the tummy.

On the menu: gnocchi with sausage, marinara, roasted veggies; pizza; bulgar with raw veggies; turkey burgers; and an asian chopped salad.



I won’t be posting a recap of this week’s outfits because, well……….. I quit my job. Yeah, after only one week of employment, I opted out of that position in pursuit of a much better opportunity. I’m really excited to start my next job next week (it’s downtown!!!!!!!) because I believe it will be a much better environment for me. Insert all sorts of philosophical thoughts and hopes and dreams here. 

Next post: recapping the long weekend. AKA: I drank corona (well, shit. I just ruined the suspense)

Oh, and in case you DID want to know my list of workouts from last week:

  • Monday: Sprint Repeats around the block/Hot Yoga
  • Tuesday: Full Body Strength workout/Spin
  • Wednesday: Hot Yoga
  • Thursday: Pyramid Workout
  • Friday: Hot Yoga

Question: Do you have your ‘go-to’ veggies? I almost always resort to buying red peppers, sugar snap peas, grape tomatoes, zucchini and cucumbers.

Weekend things

Yesterday, I wore real clothes. Like, no trace of Lululemon was on my body. I don’t know what possessed me. (Ok, that’s a lie. I went to the gym first thing in the morning, so I had to wear some Lulu. And if you’re wondering, my workout was treadmill intervals for 35 minutes followed by another 30 minutes of lower body and core exercises using the bosu and a body bar.)

The weekend would not be complete if Tyler and I didn’t make a trip to Home Depot. We picked up tons of supplies so he can strip and paint the bathroom cabinets while I’m gone (thank god, because I really didn’t want to help with that project).

We came home, and decided it was time to pick the first pepper from out patio garden.

We probably should have let it grow a bit more because it was BITTER. But we wanted to be able to enjoy the vegetables of our labor (get it, instead of fruits of our labor?! haha I’m funny) while I was still home. Chances are, Tyler is going to get stuck with everything ripening while I’m away. Looks like someone’s gonna be eating lots of tomatoes.

My second real outfit of the day was for our date night. The date night that had a slightly different twist of events.

So, we decided to check out a new-to-us restaurant. As we were walking in, I tripped on the entryway and completely sliced off the bottom of my big toe. (I immediately started to freakout because a.) I hate blood, and b.) I did this before in 4th grade. I was with my mom at a Montgomery Wards in Northern California- we were taking the escalator, and I was wearing flip flops, and tripped. It wasn’t until we had been walking around the second floor for a few minutes that I noticed a trail of blood behind me. My mom rushed me to the bathroom and I fainted. Awesome). Anyways.

So I had to tell the manager and ask for a bandaid. Oh, and I ruined my sandals because blood got all in the stitching.

Fast forward a bit, and Tyler’s steak came out terrible. He told the waiter, but decided to keep his entree because he didn’t want to wait for another to cook. Turns out the manager got wind of this and came to our table. He felt bad that on our first visit I had shed blood and Tyler’s steak had no blood. So, he discounted our meal and gave us a dessert on the house.

A very good dessert at that.

This AM, I got new luggage for my trip. Wa-HOO

And now, I mist fill said luggage. And do my homework (boo). And workout. And walk my puppy. And that is all.

PS: Fingers crossed the airport security doesn’t mistake my pre-workout powder for cocaine.