Spray paint = any color you want!
Yesterday, I debuted this new necklace as the inspiration to my outfit. I made this necklace over last weekend and am just so happy with how it turned out!!
I didn’t really know where this project was going when I started it, I just knew that I was going to make a necklace out of…
need to do
where does one find black safety pins?
I am not looking forward to going into the holiday season above my ideal weight.
I’m typically very excited about my friends’ engagements. However, this decreases as they are younger and younger than me. Three years younger than me and likely to marry before I get engaged?
-.-
Nothing brings me back to childhood like a good radish. One bite and I am back in the garden, dirty fingers and grubby flip flops, rubbing a radish against my shirt, popping off the stem and root, and gobbling it up. That was usually followed by spitting it out, as my younger taste buds were more sensitive. Still, the memory is fond.
Thanks to: http://www.sunset.com/home/decorating/how-to-make-radish-wreath-00400000041407/
He Is Mad (by jaaaaaaa)
This little clip of one of Julia’s new songs feels like it’s literally reading my mind. Her music is so relatable, I feel almost a sense of pride to see the feelings surface in a song—almost as if I’d written the words myself. Thanks for being awesome, Julia!
I just blew off work for 20 minutes to research culinary school.
Le sigh.
I can’t get over this food thing. Yesterday, post-lunch, I had 5 oz of ribeye, a serving of green beans, and probably two servings of corn. Had a piece of Roommate’s blueberry crumble. Later, two pieces of watermelon. She had two bites of ribeye, some crumble, and basically forgot about a big sweet potato she baked because it took too long, and by the time it was done she didn’t feel like eating it. She had one piece of watermelon. Later that night, I had a half cup of cottage cheese and a 90 calorie fiber one bar to keep my stomach from grumbling. Yes, I eat too much, however, I’m becoming concerned that Roommate eats too little.
300 calories for the steak, 100 for the corn, 30 for the beans, 30 for the watermelon, 90 for the cottage cheese and 90 for the bar. That’s only 640 calories before the crumble, which I will guess at about 200 (it truly was small). Okay, so I had 840 calories for half my day’s food. She’s seriously coming in close to 350. And, with her very petite frame, she’s recently begun donating clothes that don’t fit—because they’re too big. And whenever we talk food, she starts wondering if she can make it more healthy. And I quote. “This crumble is good, but there’s almost 3/4 C of sugar in it, before the blueberries”. “Well, good thing we each had like, 1/6 of the crumble!” Come ON NOW.
I ate again. Hummus/cucumber, and some leftover chicken and gravy. She, to my knowledge did not. Confused? See previous post.
1. Portion control. To my roommate, a salad of spinach, blueberries, strawberries, and a little Gruyere is a meal. And we’re talking, size-of-a-small-cereal-bowl salad. No dressing. She enjoyed a crab cake with me, because I had extra. So I also had the salad, two and half crab cakes, and a yogurt. I am still a little hungry, but that was her dinner. I will eat again shortly. She might not. I think she’s crazy, she thinks she’s reasonable. The bathroom scale likes to argue her point.
2. Giving things in the kitchen a wipe-down doesn’t always cut it. As I made said crab cakes, Roommate pointed out that our other friend has a seafood allergy, and that I should warn her if I ever cook for her. Luckily, Roommate and I feel similarly about wiping down things that others may scrub and disinfect, but it was still an enlightening moment.
3. Getting ready to go exercise doesn’t necessarily need to be an ordeal. She got ready and was out the door in five minutes. Granted, she planned to shower afterward, was not wearing makeup, and was already messy from field work, but still.
4. My TV choices are embarrassing.
5. My TV quantity (when not busy) is also embarrassing.
6. If the BPA in can linings can give me cancer, I will get it ages before Roommate. I love me some canned green beans, but I’d be lying if I said that was the only canned food I eat in a week.
I plan to add more to this list as things arise. Maybe living with Roommate will automatically result in increased exercise and decreased caloric intake, even if it’s just because the shadow cast on my lifestyle is a bit embarrassing.
