3 strikes you're out

I’ve been trying to eat healthy. I even wrote daily goals. Blogger World, I took the time to write on a piece of paper, healthy eating habits! Every day I’m trying to eat 2 fruits, 2 vegetables, and drink 64oz of water during work hours. I’ve been doing so well with my new healthy eating goals. But today the crap hit the fan. I don’t know what happen?

Let’s start with breakfast. I tried to be good- 2 whole wheat pancakes, with fresh blueberries and honey on top. But then I arrive at work and found homemade Lemon Poppy Seed Muffins and fresh Banana Bread. I couldn’t be rude and turn down those breakfast treats. Strike One!

After the train wreck of breakfast, it was on to lunch. I always bring my lunch, and my lunches are always healthy. No, they really are healthy. I would have been fine during lunch, if I would have eaten the lunch I prepared. But did I do that simple thing? Nope, I had a nice slice of blueberry pie with my healthy lunch. The lady who brought the muffins and bread also brought homemade Blueberry Pie. If you ask me, it’s a crime to pass on homemade blueberry pie. I mean, who even makes homemade pies anymore? Put your hand down Pioneer Woman! Strike Two

The afternoon snack I brought was grapes. At 3:30 I began to get hungry for my snack. But across from my office, in the food cub, I could see the homemade brownies. The lady who brought the muffins, bread, and pie also brought brownies. Seriously, what is wrong with this lady? Is she trying to make us all fat! STOP WITH THE BAKING! I ate my grapes thinking it would curve my hungry, but it didn’t. I could still see the brownies. They were calling my name. I could hear them…OK Chick eat me….EAT ME…EAT ME! I was strong for 35 minutes. At 4:15 I caved and had brownies, and not just one brownie but two! AHHH I’m awful, just shoot me now! STRIKE THREE!

Blogger World, it has officially been a bad, bad, bad, bad day on healthy eating goals. Tomorrow will be a better day…I promise.

The Yogurt Test

I’m not into the organic foods thing. I am into eating healthy. I try to eat fresh fruits and vegetables, and low fat foods. Even though I do not eat organic, it doesn’t mean I’m totally against the concept. The reason I do not buy organic is because I can’t afford to eat organic. I’m sorry but I’m not paying a dollar more for products because the word Organic is on the label. You guys know I’m too cheap.

Last night I was shopping at Target and on a whim I purchased some Stonyfield Blueberry Organic Yogurt. I had never tried this yogurt, and I’ve always wondered if organic yogurt tastes different. I guess you could say I wanted to compare my normal Light Yoplait to Stonyfield Yogurt.

This morning I tried the new yogurt. The taste of yogurt was good, no complaints. However, when I flipped the back of the container, to view the nutrition, I was shocked. The calories were 20calories more than Yoplait, which is fine. I’ll burn those calories walking to the bathroom. But what shocked me was the amount of sugar. My normal yogurt, Yoplait, has 14 grams of sugar for 6oz of yogurt. This morning I discovered that Stonyfield Yogurt had 20 grams of sugar for 6oz of yogurt. I think both yogurts have too much sugar, but I was shocked the organic yogurt had more sugar. I’m not really for sure why the organic yogurt had more sugar. Anyone care to explain???

Move over Pioneer Woman

A few months ago, my friends KC and her husband Baker Boy invited me to join a group of their friends at Kam’s Kookery. Kam is a lady in town that gives cooking classes and host dinner parties in the comfort of her beautiful home. She's kind of like Pioneer Woman, but in the city and not on a cow farm.

Last night, 14 of KC and Baker Boy’s friends attended the dinner party at Kam’s. Blogger World, it was fabulous! I’m going to wager that it was hands down the best food I’ve had all year-ALL YEAR! Our dinner party was a lovely 5 course meal, and every course was prepared with food from her organic garden. Oh not only does Kam give cooking class and host dinner parties; but she also has a massive garden that has loads of fruits and vegetables. Really, is there anything this lady doesn’t do?

The evening was very fun, and I was thankful KC and Bake Boy invited me to join them. Not only did I eat lots of great food, but I also met new people. If you ever have the chance to visit Kam’s…DO IT!

By the way, my new hero Kam has an amazing kitchen. I want her kitchen. I need her kitchen. I need a rich husband, so I can have Kam’s kitchen!

Here are some pictures from the evening...

Just call me Lance

It’s been almost 4 months since I decided to take a break from running. After the half marathon in April, I was convinced that I was done running for good. I was tired of the sore shins, running the same routes, eating the same food, and the expensive running shoes. However, eventually I came to my senses and realized that I just needed a break from running. So I stopped running for the summer. I spent my summer going to aerobics and walking with friends. I was still received plenty of exercise, and I was enjoyed the new exercise regimen. Finally, in August I decided it was time to get back into running. I took off one morning to run and made it a mile. It was awesome, I felt really cool. But I kept on trying to run 3-4 times a week, and push myself to farther distances.

Saturday, I ran my first race out of retirement. It was ugly. I received my worst time with a 5K. But that’s ok; I knew I wouldn’t have a great time. Saturday my goal was to run the race. I needed to see how much work I have ahead of me, before my half in December, which is quite a bit of work. A lot of work! So needless to say, I’m back to running and it looks like I have months of hard work ahead of me. If Lance can come out of retirement than why not OK Chick; and yes, Nike will be sponsoring me as well!

Blind Date Review

Fried Food Lover Who Runs, who I will call FFLWR for short, and I went out for our much anticipated blind date. So without farther ado…here is the FFLWR Date Review. Folks, brace yourself, its pretty exciting stuff. Ok, not really but I had to say something for you to keep reading.

Well, we decided to meet at a restaurant for dinner, due to our offices being so far apart. Oh wait, before I get into this let me back up to my restaurant choices. Earlier in the week I told FFLWR to email me three restaurant suggestions. He agreed and sent me the following choices; Applebee’s, Olive Garden, and a place on the lake. I’m not a huge Applebee’s or Olive Garden fans so by default, I selected the place on the lake. It’s not like it’s my favorite place either, but at least you have a view of the lake. OK, now you are up to speed.

I arrived at the restaurant about 5 minutes late. I didn’t want to get there early, and then resort to sitting in my car until the time, so I thought 5 minutes late would be perfect timing. I walk into the restaurant and see no sign of a single guy who could possibly be waiting on me to arrive. Actually, the only person waiting was a 60 year old man, which obviously wasn’t FFLWR. You know, waiting on someone at restaurants is always awkward. I always feel like I have to prove to the hostess that I’m actually meeting someone. While waiting, I tried to be as casual as possible. I walked over to the dead shrimp display, to seem interested in dead shrimp, but I still felt stupid so I just went and sat down. I finally just accepted that he was late and picked up a newspaper to read. After I read the whole newspaper, he still hadn’t showed up. I was starting to panic- OH MY GOSH I’M BEING STOOD UP; THE HOSTESS IS LAUGHING AT ME! Oh wait no she’s not, she’s flirting with a hot waiter. Stupid college girls with their perfect legs!

After 15 minutes of sitting there like a dork. I start thinking exit plans. Do I just walk out? Do I tell someone? Do I escape through the bathroom window? Does this place have a bathroom window? As I was contemplating the bathroom window scenario, FFLWR walked in the restaurant. FFWL didn’t look exactly like the picture that was sent to me (he looked better), but let’s just say I was able to tell it was him.

The rest of the evening was a pretty basic first date. We talked about work and running most of the time. He’s a hard-core runner, so I took full advantage of his knowledge. I asked him lots of running questions. All-in-all it wasn’t a bad experience. He was a really nice guy, and as always I enjoyed meeting someone new. Will we go out again? Probably not, but it was still an ok night.

Ramblings...

I haven’t done Ramblings in awhile. I haven’t done Friday Fun Facts in awhile either. It was toss up on today’s post. Ramblings won.

Do you remember when you were a kid; playing Nintendo and it wouldn’t work? You would take the cartridge out, blow in it and that would magically fix the problem. Everyone knew that trick, but how did we know how to fix the problem? There were no internet or message boards. We just figured it out. Today, if I can’t figure out a problem, I immediately Google the problem to see what millions of other people recommend. Case in point, last week my garage door broke. I Googled the problem, and had the solution in 10 minutes. God Bless Google!

I’m going to start a petition for sarcasm font. I think there is a high demand for the font.

Someone please explain to me how you are supposed to fold a fitted sheet? I don’t know anyone, besides my grandma, who can properly fold a fitted sheet. Mine are just rolled and stored in a cabinet. I’m dead serious. By the way, half my office just crammed into my cub to watch a YouTube video on folding a fitted sheet. Apparently, this is a common mystery.

Why is it when you have a blind date, everyone needs to interrogate or give their opinion on the blind date? For instance, all week I’ve heard the following comments….

So, you ready for the big date?

What do you think he looks like?

You know, my wives’ second cousin’s daughter met her husband on a blind date.

What if he’s Mr. Right?

I have no answers for these questions or comments. But my favorite comment was…what if he’s Mr. Right. I finally started giving the answer; well, start saving up for my registry because it’s going to be a dozy.

I take back all those times I didn’t want to nap as a child.

It’s been one week since my last Starbucks non-fat Chai. I’m into smoothies this week. Starbucks smoothies are WAY overpriced. Shut up, I know their tea/coffee are overpriced as well!

I have a new pet peeve; ignoring email invitations. Blogger World, if you are invited, by email, to an event/activity you need to respond to the email. I don’t care if you will not be there; the invitee needs to know you are not going to attend. You should do this because…it’s polite, and it doesn’t make you look like an A-Hole! Ok Chick’s words of wisdom for the day!

Ok, I think I’m done Rambling. Peace out Blogger World.

She's movin' on up....

Sister #2 is going to college. She has gone and grown up on us. I'm afraid we can no longer call her Baby Sister #2. No, we still can. Saturday, my parents are packing her up and shipping her a whole 20 miles away! Yup, it's a long journey.

I have no idea how the whole growing up thing happened. One day I'm stealing her yellow blanket to make her cry, and the next thing I know... I'm having her drive me to the grocery store. It's crazy how they grow up!