Happy Sunday! When I was growing up, Sundays were always marked with classical music in the AM (my parents preferred NPR), a slow breakfast, and pjs for a few extra hours. Even now, I wake up earlier on Sundays than any other day of the week just to relish in the happy comfort.
My past few days have been a bit unpredictably busy. Friday ended up being a busy morning plus work, which was hectic. Working in addiction, you’ll notice that Friday nights have a tendency to be the most frustrating nights of the week. Everyone is just a bit more squirrelly. But, luckily, I was working with other no-nonsense co-workers and we dealt with struggles as they came. After work? Sangria with my friend Ashley! We love getting together after work and talking about our days, our men, and our futures. Call it corny, but we do it once every other week or so.
I woke up Saturday morning to a phone call at 9am from the manthing (Note: it could be man-thing, man-friend, or quite possibly man-sicle) asking if I wanted to come over for breakfast (Also note: that means cuddle mostly, then breakfast). He had gone out in typical mid-20’s fashion the night before and was begging off the hangover with snuggles and eggs. Eventually, we got around to cooking. He, a man’s man, made bacon and I made the eggs. Little did he know, I made them 3 parts white, 1 part yoke like I do at home. Added a little basil, salt ‘n pepa, and a sprinkling of sharp cheddar and tah-dah! Egg health. And guess what? He didn’t notice. Sneaky egg health!
Then, more cuddling and general laziness (and a bit of a nap, whoops!), until I met up with my mom at 3. She’d finally convinced me to go bra shopping at this place in downtown Frederick called Soma. Now, ladies, I am not what you would call an “average cup size”. It’s my cross to bear…quite literally. If you’re one of the elite who has to wear about three sports bras when running, you and I probably should chat. For years (and years and years), I’ve tried to find the proper appendages and mostly just failed. You’ve heard of side boob? Try under-boob, back-boob, muffin-boob, and every other kind of you can think of. Okay, scratch back-boob, that sounds pretty nasty.
Anyway, I had my first proper fitting at this beautiful, elegant store in the afternoon. I’m rather squeamish about being seen in any state of undress (the beach is a nightmare), but the young woman who did mine was efficient, honest, and charismatic. She took me under her wing and showed me that not only have I been wearing the wrong size, but having a larger cup size doesn’t doom one to a life of nude bras with thick straps and fifteen clasps (oh, the horror!). I tried on all different kinds and left with a very nice black lace number that I’ve lusted over for the better part of my adolescence and young adult life but never found in my size and a light pink “every day” wear one that still makes them say “hello” without saying, “It may cost money to speak with me,” if you get my meaning.
I forgot to take a photo of the inside of the store, which was beautiful and honestly if I had the money would have spent hundreds on fabulous underwear and loungewear, but I did snap a photo of the bag. Price-wise, it’s about the same as say, Victoria’s (not so) Secret, but a much higher quality and with a much larger range of types, colors, and sizes. Honestly, next time you need undergarments, look them up. I modeled my new bra in front of the mirror for about an hour when I was home last night.
I also had my first experience at M-O-M, My Organic Market. And oh, was it love at first sight. I’m already trying to switch over to a clean eating lifestyle, and having M-O-M and Whole Foods in Frederick is fabulous. My dad already frequents when he can and it will definitely be my one stop shop for all things kombucha. I surprised my friend Taylor with an afternoon snack (read: feast) of kombucha tea, organic ranch chips, roasted red pepper and gouda soup, and coffee from a local coffee shop. We sat in her room and totally indulged. Fabulous afternoon. Dinner with my folks (chicken and asparagus risotto…seriously good eatings) then I cuddled up and watched Sex and the City for the rest of the night. I may have also eaten a bowl or three of frozen blueberries. They’re my dessert weakness.
Today I decided I would be more personally productive – I had made overnight oats yesterday and tried them out for breakfast this morning. I followed the recipe from Julie from Peanut Butter Fingers (www.pbfingers.com) and thought they turned out pretty good. I didn’t have any fresh raspberries to add to it this morning though, and because I used raspberry Chobani, I wasn’t sure if any other fruit would work. Next time, I think I’ll stick with vanilla Chobani and add banana or strawberry. Still, a good breakfast. I’ll put the recipe I used (slightly tweaked from Julie’s) at the bottom of this post.
I’ve been struggling the past few days with running motivation. I hate admitting it because I’d like to come across as superwoman when it comes to my work out schedule but the reality is that sometimes I wake up and have so many other things I’d like to do. And then I whittle away my time and before I know it, it’s bed time/snowing/doomsday. After reading a few others’ blog posts today, I’m starting to get the bug again. It doesn’t help that it’s so cold out (hey, 20-something is cold!) and I’m along the lines of a bear when it comes to wanting to be warm. I mean, I’ve been awake since 9am today and have basically just done a lot of blog-related things. I’m hoping it warms up enough this afternoon that I can go for a long run and get some of the excess energy I’ve been carrying around out.
One of my big obsessions for the past year has been buying work out clothing. I’m finally starting to amass an amount that proper enough for an active lifestyle. And I can finally throw away a lot of my hideous T-shirts and saggy leggings that are not conducive to making me feel good about myself. Maybe you can agree, but I feel like when my work out garb is bright (and I mean neon), I’m more likely to put it on and feel active in it. My tanks are highlighter yellow and my jacket is buzzworthy pink. I just feel better about myself and, much like when I ‘dress the part’ for work and feel more accustomed to the day, when I ‘dress the part’ for working out, I feel like I am accomplishing more. Maybe that’s just me. But hey, if it gets me off the couch and pounding the pavement, who am I to question it?
Tonight I have bean soup, a long jog, and reading/snuggle time with man-sicle. A good Sunday.
What clothing do you struggle with fitting appropriately? What stores do you love to love?
How do you motivate yourself on your off days?
Overnight Oats Recipe
You just mix them all together in a bowl, cover, and let sit in your fridge overnight. Personally, I suggest that if you’re going to use a fruit-based yogurt, to use one that you would normally flavor your oatmeal. I’m trying the apple next and adding a tsp of Cinnamon. If you don’t like Greek yogurt (some don’t like the tang), regular should be okay but I’d say add a little less milk then. I use skim milk, but Almond/2%/Whole/Whatever should work.
Qi’a is a combination of chia seeds, buckwheat, and hemp seeds. I like it better than regular chia because I prefer the texture It’s organic and you could find it at your local Whole Foods (or M-O-M!). For Julie’s original recipe, look her up here: www.pbfingers.com
Or just look her up in general. Probably one of my favorite blogs to date.