I went to my dad's yesterday to finish up immediate repairs on the Nova. He replaced the brake line (the rubber part that splits to the back two brakes) and he adjusted the brakes because they had too much "give". Upon inspecting the brakes to adjust them (drum brakes, gross) he discovered a loose part. Not good. He also discovered that someone had installed the brakes wrong. They didn't seem to affect performance (I'm not sure how the brake shoe works), but my dad was insistent on arranging them properly. He also attached a metal bar where the interior handle used to be (the foam dry rotted and the handle tore off...oops), but as I was rolling up my window to leave, the window only rolled up half way all of a sudden. I yelled for my dad and he signaled to gas the car because he thought I was yelling about the idle. I've been driving the car almost two years. I know how to deal with it's quirks so I kept yelling for him (I was already buckled in the car and didn't want to get back out since I was trying my hardest to leave) and showed him the window. So he adjusted the screws and the window rolled up again.
I finally got home around 7:15, took a shower, and plopped down in bed to read my magazine (free trials, woo). They had interviews from the first lady candidates. I'm kind of ashamed with how Good Housekeeping arranged their interviews. They had questions that made Michelle look intelligent and practical...which she notably is, but they had the questions set up to make Romney's wife look ditzy and childish. At first I negatively thought, "the country expects HER to be a first lady?!" because of my personal political preference, but suddenly felt bad after taking a more objective view on the article. She is probably perfectly capable and intelligent, but the questions were framed in a way that accentuated her short comings. Not cool, GH. Not cool. So much for keeping a non biased view for the public (as if anyone does).
After ranting to Ryan about the article, we decided we should probably have some sort of dinner before it became too late for a proper "meal time". Neither Ryan or myself were really all that hungry so we had a spread of left overs from various nights. I had a few ounces of ham and a rather small portion of mashed potatoes and a larger portion of green beans, while he had a bit of everything. I *wanted* a bit of everything, but wasn't all that hungry and my calories were running out for the day so I made a mindful decision to take what I did. It ended up being almost too much so I was quite glad and didn't feel deprived or anything. So proud of myself :)
I hope you guys have had a good week so far!
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
Monday, October 15, 2012
Stuff I Forgot to Tell You!
I forgot the most eventful part of this weekend! But, first, I need to go back to Friday night which wasn't as uneventful as I remembered. We tried Buffalo Wild Wings. In efforts to broaden my...palate, and in trying to be more open to Ryan's "needs", we shared something I normally cringe at. We ordered wings (bone in) and when the waiter asked what dressing, I said blue cheese. Ryan wouldn't stop staring at me. Here's the thing. I don't eat wings. They weird me out. I do, however, love buffalo sauce. I mostly don't like wings because of the cartilage, dark meat, and other "gross" things. I don't like blue cheese, but after finding my love for feta, I figure other pungent cheese shouldn't be that bad. I didn't love the wings, but they weren't so bad after I stopped thinking about the gross things I don't like about them. I kept reminding myself that bones and things are normal. I mean, I eat beef, etc, why should wings be different? Also, like I said, I'm trying to keep Ryan's "needs" in mind. He shouldn't have to be denied his favorites because I'm being a pansy, and we split the meal for finances sake. It's okay, though, he made up for it Saturday night.
The thing I forgot to tell you!! I took my veggie scraps for compost out and noticed three police cars camped out in front of my neighbor's house. I didn't think much about it, except that they came from both directions on our street. I went inside and stopped being nosy. Then I heard a tap on my kitchen window. I dismissed it as me being paranoid. It wouldn't freak me out so bad if the massive expanse of our back yard wasn't pitch black at night. I heard a noticeable tap again. I try not to be that "honey, kill the spider" type of wife, but considering it was dark out, I called for Ryan to check it out. First he pulls up the blinds. Why? I don't know! It's not like you can actually see outside while it's dark outside and bright inside. He left the blinds open for the creeper to see into my kitchen and goes outside to stand in the lighted up driveway to peek into the backyard. I rush into the kitchen, close the blinds, and went outside with him. He says, "there's someone back there", and sure enough when I peek around the corner there is a man crouched down in the dark closer to the other side of the house. I freaked out and ran back inside, but realized I left my husband out there by himself with a dangerous man so I yelled for Micah to join him.
The police were still there and while I didn't want to turn in a man on the run for my own safety sake (I'm pretty sure my neighbors are involved with drugs, etc) I liked the idea of a creeper in my backyard even less so I approached the officer and told him, to which he responds ever so calmly, "oh, must be the one that ran out the back door when we got here. He probably got the wrong house." No kidding...wait...what? Wrong house? I went inside to check on dinner (cooking on the stove), but became nervous because that man was still in the backyard and I wasn't absolutely positive whether or not he was going to try to break in, and if so, whether or not ALL of my windows were locked. I was also checking the curtains to make sure they were all closed, but I wasn't convinced so I went outside with everyone else where I was "safe".
So, we're (5 of us) in my driveway watching the officer go behind my garage with a flashlight and some guy jumps out from behind our house and stumbles across the driveway, staring at us, confused, like an animal that's been tranquilized. This scared me more than the tapping on the window because I was just a few feet from where he walked out. As it turns out he has a gash across his head, and he may or may not have be drunk, but we think the open hole in his head was affecting his ability to move and communicate (this means he wasn't dangerous, just frightening in the dark). As far as I know, it wasn't anything actually scary. Some of the neighbors were even laughing. The officers were just trying to find him to get him medical attention.
I don't know how the whole thing got started or why there were three police cars. I don't know how this man received a gash like he did. In two years, that has been the only exciting event to happen around our house, so I'm not TOO put off when I really think about the situation. Even the quietest neighborhoods have excitement every once in a while. We used to live in the bad part of town, so this was mild, but after being away from it for so long, this kind of stuff really freaks me out. I don't see how we lived around it for the three years prior, but I'm very happy to be away from it now...except for Saturday night, of course.
The thing I forgot to tell you!! I took my veggie scraps for compost out and noticed three police cars camped out in front of my neighbor's house. I didn't think much about it, except that they came from both directions on our street. I went inside and stopped being nosy. Then I heard a tap on my kitchen window. I dismissed it as me being paranoid. It wouldn't freak me out so bad if the massive expanse of our back yard wasn't pitch black at night. I heard a noticeable tap again. I try not to be that "honey, kill the spider" type of wife, but considering it was dark out, I called for Ryan to check it out. First he pulls up the blinds. Why? I don't know! It's not like you can actually see outside while it's dark outside and bright inside. He left the blinds open for the creeper to see into my kitchen and goes outside to stand in the lighted up driveway to peek into the backyard. I rush into the kitchen, close the blinds, and went outside with him. He says, "there's someone back there", and sure enough when I peek around the corner there is a man crouched down in the dark closer to the other side of the house. I freaked out and ran back inside, but realized I left my husband out there by himself with a dangerous man so I yelled for Micah to join him.
The police were still there and while I didn't want to turn in a man on the run for my own safety sake (I'm pretty sure my neighbors are involved with drugs, etc) I liked the idea of a creeper in my backyard even less so I approached the officer and told him, to which he responds ever so calmly, "oh, must be the one that ran out the back door when we got here. He probably got the wrong house." No kidding...wait...what? Wrong house? I went inside to check on dinner (cooking on the stove), but became nervous because that man was still in the backyard and I wasn't absolutely positive whether or not he was going to try to break in, and if so, whether or not ALL of my windows were locked. I was also checking the curtains to make sure they were all closed, but I wasn't convinced so I went outside with everyone else where I was "safe".
So, we're (5 of us) in my driveway watching the officer go behind my garage with a flashlight and some guy jumps out from behind our house and stumbles across the driveway, staring at us, confused, like an animal that's been tranquilized. This scared me more than the tapping on the window because I was just a few feet from where he walked out. As it turns out he has a gash across his head, and he may or may not have be drunk, but we think the open hole in his head was affecting his ability to move and communicate (this means he wasn't dangerous, just frightening in the dark). As far as I know, it wasn't anything actually scary. Some of the neighbors were even laughing. The officers were just trying to find him to get him medical attention.
I don't know how the whole thing got started or why there were three police cars. I don't know how this man received a gash like he did. In two years, that has been the only exciting event to happen around our house, so I'm not TOO put off when I really think about the situation. Even the quietest neighborhoods have excitement every once in a while. We used to live in the bad part of town, so this was mild, but after being away from it for so long, this kind of stuff really freaks me out. I don't see how we lived around it for the three years prior, but I'm very happy to be away from it now...except for Saturday night, of course.
Weekends Flying By
Early on yesterday, I felt the weekend was going by too quickly, but approaching last night I felt better prepared for the week to start. This post shall be a recap of this weekend, starting with Saturday. We went to my Dad's to give the Nova a mini makeover.
The following is a list of tasks that were performed:
The water pump was exchanged for a new one. Apparently the old one was factory, meaning it's been on there 34 years. Wtf. It was fairly simple to change out, thank goodness, and the water was replaced with 50/50 antifreeze in preparation for the oncoming winter.
The doors are fixed. I used to have to slam the doors to get them to close...or lift and slam. Now you just drop it and it's done. The holes where the pins go were oblong instead of circular so my dad welded washers on them and now they're perfect.
While they (Ryan and my dad) were at it, they replaced the thermostat.
They greased EVERYTHING. The hood opens super easy now. The doors don't creak. Amazing.
My dad adjusted the gas and air intake on the carburetor which had also not been touched since the car left the factory (they still had the plastic coverings on the screws) so the car starts right up with no problems, and most importantly, STAYS running. That has to be the worst part about driving a '78...carburetor success is determined by the current weather. Oh, the wonders of fuel injection!
Today we are replacing the rubber hose part of the brake line so I won't have to keep adding brake fluid every week.
I feel like I've left out something else they tweaked. The Nova feels like a different car now...or, rather, it feels like it did years ago. Every morning, on my way to work, I go over some railroad tracks. Every morning, I have to slow down or it sounds like the car is going to fall apart. I guess that was due to the loose doors (and partly the uneven tires that were fixed the weekend prior) because now it glides over the tracks with barely any noise compared to before. The engine sounds even better, also.
We haven't had insurance for the Nova, so we called to get a quote. It will only be $20 a month to insure so as soon as payday gets here, we will be insured and I can feel better about driving around, especially on the interstate. I will also feel better being insured when winter gets here...just in case rear wheel drive proves stubborn and I slide into someone. I did fine last winter considering we don't get all that much snow, and I had worse tires then than I do now. It would be my luck that as soon as the car sounds good and I get good tires that I suddenly can't drive and crash. At least I'll have insurance :P
While Ryan and my dad were working on the car I took my little sister for a walk. I let her climb trees so she came home much more filthy than when she left, but I figured they were used to that. She also picked up a piece of plastic that turned out to be glass (*I* even thought it was plastic). She's six. Brilliant. They'll never let me watch her after that. I did, however, catch the rusty metal she almost picked up. There's a win! I think rust is more scary than glass. I mean...pouring blood helps to push out grossness (glass in this case) and clean wounds, whereas tetanus gets in your system and your done for, right? I don't actually know, but she felt better when she thought the bleeding (very little) was a good thing.
I also told her it would probably burn quite a bit. Such a trooper. I did have a hard time convincing her that she wasn't going to bleed to death and promised her that *I* know what a lot a of blood looks like because of my job, and that she was, in fact, only bleeding a tiny bit. She didn't believe me, even after me telling her the truth about the burning. This is why I'm not going to school to be a nurse. Parents would hate me. I wouldn't be able to calm their kids and I would be telling them that procedures WILL hurt. I won't let my mom live it down...lying to me like that. I also have an irrational fear of doctors because of this. I'd rather know it's going to hurt and prepare myself for it than be lied to. Unfortunately that doesn't go so well with most people. I just don't understand. I mean, why make a bad situation worse, yea?
Anyway, yesterday was a stay home and clean day. I managed to get all of the laundry washed and put away, and the dishes done until dinner, but that only made a few more to clean. The weather was lovely so I even enjoyed a nap with the blinds open, and the fan on. I also started the painting part of my painting, and I played some piano. Yay! Last night, Ryan came home after taking our friend home and announced that the weather was "perfect for walking" so I immediately felt obligated to change into some not pajama pants and go walking...after also putting on my shoes, of course. He said he was shocked and didn't actually plan on walking but since I was dressed we went walking at 11:15 pm. It WAS nice out!. Today is back to being a rainy mess. Blah.
The following is a list of tasks that were performed:
The water pump was exchanged for a new one. Apparently the old one was factory, meaning it's been on there 34 years. Wtf. It was fairly simple to change out, thank goodness, and the water was replaced with 50/50 antifreeze in preparation for the oncoming winter.
The doors are fixed. I used to have to slam the doors to get them to close...or lift and slam. Now you just drop it and it's done. The holes where the pins go were oblong instead of circular so my dad welded washers on them and now they're perfect.
While they (Ryan and my dad) were at it, they replaced the thermostat.
They greased EVERYTHING. The hood opens super easy now. The doors don't creak. Amazing.
My dad adjusted the gas and air intake on the carburetor which had also not been touched since the car left the factory (they still had the plastic coverings on the screws) so the car starts right up with no problems, and most importantly, STAYS running. That has to be the worst part about driving a '78...carburetor success is determined by the current weather. Oh, the wonders of fuel injection!
Today we are replacing the rubber hose part of the brake line so I won't have to keep adding brake fluid every week.
I feel like I've left out something else they tweaked. The Nova feels like a different car now...or, rather, it feels like it did years ago. Every morning, on my way to work, I go over some railroad tracks. Every morning, I have to slow down or it sounds like the car is going to fall apart. I guess that was due to the loose doors (and partly the uneven tires that were fixed the weekend prior) because now it glides over the tracks with barely any noise compared to before. The engine sounds even better, also.
We haven't had insurance for the Nova, so we called to get a quote. It will only be $20 a month to insure so as soon as payday gets here, we will be insured and I can feel better about driving around, especially on the interstate. I will also feel better being insured when winter gets here...just in case rear wheel drive proves stubborn and I slide into someone. I did fine last winter considering we don't get all that much snow, and I had worse tires then than I do now. It would be my luck that as soon as the car sounds good and I get good tires that I suddenly can't drive and crash. At least I'll have insurance :P
While Ryan and my dad were working on the car I took my little sister for a walk. I let her climb trees so she came home much more filthy than when she left, but I figured they were used to that. She also picked up a piece of plastic that turned out to be glass (*I* even thought it was plastic). She's six. Brilliant. They'll never let me watch her after that. I did, however, catch the rusty metal she almost picked up. There's a win! I think rust is more scary than glass. I mean...pouring blood helps to push out grossness (glass in this case) and clean wounds, whereas tetanus gets in your system and your done for, right? I don't actually know, but she felt better when she thought the bleeding (very little) was a good thing.
I also told her it would probably burn quite a bit. Such a trooper. I did have a hard time convincing her that she wasn't going to bleed to death and promised her that *I* know what a lot a of blood looks like because of my job, and that she was, in fact, only bleeding a tiny bit. She didn't believe me, even after me telling her the truth about the burning. This is why I'm not going to school to be a nurse. Parents would hate me. I wouldn't be able to calm their kids and I would be telling them that procedures WILL hurt. I won't let my mom live it down...lying to me like that. I also have an irrational fear of doctors because of this. I'd rather know it's going to hurt and prepare myself for it than be lied to. Unfortunately that doesn't go so well with most people. I just don't understand. I mean, why make a bad situation worse, yea?
Anyway, yesterday was a stay home and clean day. I managed to get all of the laundry washed and put away, and the dishes done until dinner, but that only made a few more to clean. The weather was lovely so I even enjoyed a nap with the blinds open, and the fan on. I also started the painting part of my painting, and I played some piano. Yay! Last night, Ryan came home after taking our friend home and announced that the weather was "perfect for walking" so I immediately felt obligated to change into some not pajama pants and go walking...after also putting on my shoes, of course. He said he was shocked and didn't actually plan on walking but since I was dressed we went walking at 11:15 pm. It WAS nice out!. Today is back to being a rainy mess. Blah.
Friday, October 12, 2012
Today, in the Office
You might find:
A man with a bag of ice strapped to his head with rubber bands.
The four of us randomly holding up "goalie" hands or suddenly grabbing at the air then returning to normal behavior as if nothing happened.
People talking about having things "jiggled and livened right up".
The outward onlooker might think we need to be admitted to a mental ward, but in reality:
Migraines suck.
These gnats are driving us crazy (I don't see the fly anymore).
And sometimes you just have to jiggle something to liven it up...computer cords, that is.
A man with a bag of ice strapped to his head with rubber bands.
The four of us randomly holding up "goalie" hands or suddenly grabbing at the air then returning to normal behavior as if nothing happened.
People talking about having things "jiggled and livened right up".
The outward onlooker might think we need to be admitted to a mental ward, but in reality:
Migraines suck.
These gnats are driving us crazy (I don't see the fly anymore).
And sometimes you just have to jiggle something to liven it up...computer cords, that is.
There's a Bug in My Coffee :(
And a fly buzzing around. Wtf. I don't even know how a fly got up here or survives in this office. I mean, we're upstairs with a tiny screened in window, and we don't have food sitting around. Thankfully they have a short life span so I shouldn't see it in a few hours :D
My eyebrows are looking wonky today. Experts say they don't have to look the same. "They're sisters, not twins". Mine don't even look like they come from the same gene pool right now. My left brow has this weird horizontal gap (very thin line, at least), which I suppose is better that a vertical gap, but really, I'm too young for gaps. (That's what she said *cough cough*). I should have gone nude in the face today, but I woke up pretty red and splotchy and we have corporate guests, so makeup was much needed...except for my eyebrows, apparently.
I was talking to Ryan about the lights on the nova. Even after replacing the bulb the middle two lights don't work. Let's say these are my headlights [+][+]...[+][+] where "+" means they're dark, not lit up. The middle two don't light up in any situation. Not in reverse. Not with head lights. Not with the brakes on. I'm starting to sound like a poorly written Dr. Seuss book. Anyway, with lights that work, it looks like this [ ][+]...[+][ ] I was trying to explain this to Ryan, but was not very clear so in his explanation of what "should" be happening he starts with, "there are four lights". I should have said,"there are five lights", but got too excited and said "THERE ARE FOUR LIGHTS" in the most Patrick Stewart voice I could gather.
Man, I love Patrick Stewart. I would love to sit and have a cup of "earl grey, hot" with Captain Picard. Yum. Er...the tea...of course O.o
In efforts to redeem myself of my leftovers I had for lunch, we had a really simple, but still delicious dinner. We made burgers made with 90% lean beef. I almost hit my head on the refrigerator after I jumped from excitement when I opened the crisper drawer to check for sides and found GRAPES. So exciting. I FINALLY caught them on sale. Our crisper drawer is opaque white instead of clear so I often forget what's in there. Everyday is a little party because of this....until I find a half eaten cucumber that was forgotten and is now slimy mush :/ However, imagine my excitement when I found kale also. I think kale chips are on the menu tonight. I also used lettuce instead of a bread bun because bread was just unappealing after all the carbs at lunch. The color in the image is really bad so I'm not going to post it, but 1/3 of my small plate was my little burger wrap, and the other 2/3 was a bunch of red grapes (an actual bunch, not just a randomized term to describe a large number). Phone image + fluorescent lighting. I'm not sure why the green on the lettuce is more off than the other colors. Perhaps someone could enlighten me on photography in fluorescent lighting.
This is awful, but on the way to work this morning I saw a bunch of white bags on the side of the road with vehicles and flashing lights. I immediately thought there had been a horrific accident. As it turns out it was a bunch of city workers with bags of dirt working on the landscaping. Then I heard sirens and thought I had somehow jinxed someone with my misinformed thoughts. Then I realized that was a silly thought, parked the car, and clocked in.
!!! That fly is after my purse!!!
My eyebrows are looking wonky today. Experts say they don't have to look the same. "They're sisters, not twins". Mine don't even look like they come from the same gene pool right now. My left brow has this weird horizontal gap (very thin line, at least), which I suppose is better that a vertical gap, but really, I'm too young for gaps. (That's what she said *cough cough*). I should have gone nude in the face today, but I woke up pretty red and splotchy and we have corporate guests, so makeup was much needed...except for my eyebrows, apparently.
I was talking to Ryan about the lights on the nova. Even after replacing the bulb the middle two lights don't work. Let's say these are my headlights [+][+]...[+][+] where "+" means they're dark, not lit up. The middle two don't light up in any situation. Not in reverse. Not with head lights. Not with the brakes on. I'm starting to sound like a poorly written Dr. Seuss book. Anyway, with lights that work, it looks like this [ ][+]...[+][ ] I was trying to explain this to Ryan, but was not very clear so in his explanation of what "should" be happening he starts with, "there are four lights". I should have said,"there are five lights", but got too excited and said "THERE ARE FOUR LIGHTS" in the most Patrick Stewart voice I could gather.
Man, I love Patrick Stewart. I would love to sit and have a cup of "earl grey, hot" with Captain Picard. Yum. Er...the tea...of course O.o
In efforts to redeem myself of my leftovers I had for lunch, we had a really simple, but still delicious dinner. We made burgers made with 90% lean beef. I almost hit my head on the refrigerator after I jumped from excitement when I opened the crisper drawer to check for sides and found GRAPES. So exciting. I FINALLY caught them on sale. Our crisper drawer is opaque white instead of clear so I often forget what's in there. Everyday is a little party because of this....until I find a half eaten cucumber that was forgotten and is now slimy mush :/ However, imagine my excitement when I found kale also. I think kale chips are on the menu tonight. I also used lettuce instead of a bread bun because bread was just unappealing after all the carbs at lunch. The color in the image is really bad so I'm not going to post it, but 1/3 of my small plate was my little burger wrap, and the other 2/3 was a bunch of red grapes (an actual bunch, not just a randomized term to describe a large number). Phone image + fluorescent lighting. I'm not sure why the green on the lettuce is more off than the other colors. Perhaps someone could enlighten me on photography in fluorescent lighting.
This is awful, but on the way to work this morning I saw a bunch of white bags on the side of the road with vehicles and flashing lights. I immediately thought there had been a horrific accident. As it turns out it was a bunch of city workers with bags of dirt working on the landscaping. Then I heard sirens and thought I had somehow jinxed someone with my misinformed thoughts. Then I realized that was a silly thought, parked the car, and clocked in.
!!! That fly is after my purse!!!
Thursday, October 11, 2012
Industries Betray Us
Last night's dinner was simple. It put me over my calories, but I was still under maintenance. We had ham, green bean casserole, mashed potatoes, brown gravy, corn bread stuffing, shells and cheese, and dinner rolls. Yep. Horrible. What makes it worse is that ALL of it was prepackages. Every last bit of it. Well, except the potatoes that I hand peeled and boiled. I used a shrink wrapped ham, canned green beans, Campbell's cream of mushroom, those french's fried onions, powder gravy mix, Velveeta mac, Merita dinner rolls. I don't think I've had a meal that prepackaged since...well, since last holidays because we make most things ourselves. I normally make my own cornbread for stuff. We've even gotten into make our own mac and cheese. I buy frozen "fresh" green beans. None of that last night. At the time it was delicious and comforting after yesterday's mental roller coaster and chilly weather. I had the same (except shells and cheese) for leftovers in smaller portions. The thing I noticed the most? I can taste so much salt!! It's giving me a headache, actually, as I type. It's insane. Dry storage like stuffing and gravy powder doesn't need that much salt! Ridiculous. It doesn't taste as good as homemade stuff either. I guess the key thing is that we hardly ever do that, "that" being cooking prepackaged food and also having that many carbohydrate rich foods in one sitting.
Per habit, I must include something positive. I have slept really well the past two nights. I have successfully and quite happily not taken a nap AND have gotten to sleep at a decent hour. Wonderful!
Per habit, I must include something positive. I have slept really well the past two nights. I have successfully and quite happily not taken a nap AND have gotten to sleep at a decent hour. Wonderful!
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Random
I just realized that a few posts ago I was talking about how coffee holding off hunger helps me rationalize my food choices instead of just grabbing what I want without thinking about it. Then I said I had pie for dinner, which totally sounded irrational, but I promise. It was well thought out.
Remember my tornado of a kitchen? I totally went home and tackled that. It's not amazing yet, but it looks much better than it did. I got two loads of laundry done, and two loads of dishes. I also got the sketch of my painting done so I can start the actual painting part. I forgot that the pants I wanted to wear were supposed to be included in the third load of laundry that never got washed so I'm wearing the same pants again today. Clean, but the same. Sad.
Has anyone else noticed the calories printed directly on McDonald's menu? Back story. I left the house early so I could get in a quick walk before work. On the way to work (where I planned on walking) I realized that I was STARVING...like I would have gotten sick if I had tried walking on an empty stomach type of starving so I went through McDonald's for a dollar menu hit up. I was going to get the sausage mcmuffin (hate those silly names) which I knew was 370 calories and thought that to be the lower calorie option compared to the rest of the dollar food items. I saw 300 posted next to the sausage burrito AND it came with "hot picante" sauce. So exciting! Melty cheesy goodness in a tortilla tastes better than the dry mcmuffin anyday AND it had 70 less calories. I didn't really look at anything else so now I'm wondering if there's an even lower calorie option. Whatever, 300, minus calories for my walk, is definitely a good breakfast balance. I am pleased. It's all about living in the real world, right? Well, ideally I would avoid McDonald's, but in my rush and desperation to get some sort of walk in before my shift, I'm okay with it.
I should also mention, that I've gotten to work a few minutes early 3 of the past 4 days and on time once. 4 days in a row? That's almost a whole work week. I don't think I've ever not been late for a whole work week. Turning over a new leaf ;)
Hoping your Wednesday is awesome! Make good choices.
Remember my tornado of a kitchen? I totally went home and tackled that. It's not amazing yet, but it looks much better than it did. I got two loads of laundry done, and two loads of dishes. I also got the sketch of my painting done so I can start the actual painting part. I forgot that the pants I wanted to wear were supposed to be included in the third load of laundry that never got washed so I'm wearing the same pants again today. Clean, but the same. Sad.
Has anyone else noticed the calories printed directly on McDonald's menu? Back story. I left the house early so I could get in a quick walk before work. On the way to work (where I planned on walking) I realized that I was STARVING...like I would have gotten sick if I had tried walking on an empty stomach type of starving so I went through McDonald's for a dollar menu hit up. I was going to get the sausage mcmuffin (hate those silly names) which I knew was 370 calories and thought that to be the lower calorie option compared to the rest of the dollar food items. I saw 300 posted next to the sausage burrito AND it came with "hot picante" sauce. So exciting! Melty cheesy goodness in a tortilla tastes better than the dry mcmuffin anyday AND it had 70 less calories. I didn't really look at anything else so now I'm wondering if there's an even lower calorie option. Whatever, 300, minus calories for my walk, is definitely a good breakfast balance. I am pleased. It's all about living in the real world, right? Well, ideally I would avoid McDonald's, but in my rush and desperation to get some sort of walk in before my shift, I'm okay with it.
I should also mention, that I've gotten to work a few minutes early 3 of the past 4 days and on time once. 4 days in a row? That's almost a whole work week. I don't think I've ever not been late for a whole work week. Turning over a new leaf ;)
Hoping your Wednesday is awesome! Make good choices.
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