…of an Instagram addict. You really can’t take very flattering food pictures when you eat most of your meals in the dark (before 6 am… shoot me) or in a dingy classroom. Enter Instagram. I feel like it makes my iPhone pictures a little less crappy and a little more happy.
Breakfast was inspired by my cottage cheesecake experience yesterday morning. I had 1/3 cup rolled oats with 1/3 cup Scottish oats mixed with half a scoop of strawberry protein powder and a huge heaping of cinnamon… topped with cottage cheese and frozen strawberries. It was SO good.
Mid-morning snack: Half of an English muffin with peanut butter. I had the other half after lunch. Had to get my carbs in since I only packed a salad again for lunch today.
Lunch: Salad with mixed greens, shredded cheese, red pepper, tomato, jalapeño, and salsa. I added a boiled egg again today for some protein. If I don’t get enough, I turn into a grumpy assface. That is a technical term by the way.
After school snack: The tiniest apple I’ve ever seen. Buddy had one, too. My son is such a healthy eater.
Speaking of Buddy, I drop him off every single morning at my grandma’s. She watches him while Ryne and I are at work. He is so damn spoiled. It’s ridiculous. It’s also ridiculous that he insists on riding in my lap when I pick him up.
The drive is about 40 minutes and he always makes himself comfortable. Little pervert.
After I got Buddy home “safely” (seriously how safe is it to drive with a puppy in your lap? he’s a bit cumbersome), it was time for a meeting with a mortgage broker. Ryne and I felt like little kids sitting in his big leather chairs as we grasped about a 1/3 of what he was telling us. Seriously, start talking math and money and I zone out. I did catch the tail end of the conversation… and it looks like we’ll be able to get the type of house we want. Obviously a celebration was in order.
We started by getting our grub on at Moe’s. Tofu and bean burrito for me! I think they sprinkle crack on their tofu. It’s that good.
I continued my celebration with a little bubbly… of the soda variety. Does anyone remember making “suicides” when they were younger? You know, a little bit of every single freaking soda. Well I relived my childhood by mixing peach, vanilla, and regular sprite. It tasted pretty good until I realized it was making me nauseous. Way, way too sweet. The machine was intense, though. These are new around here:
We are just
waiting for Jersey Shore to come on hanging out right now and I’m craving an actual big girl drink. I mean, it is Jersday after all! How are you celebrating?