7:35am: Wake up an hour later than expected due to the fact that after completing a 60-minute Yoga to the People podcast late last night, I fell asleep in savasana and woke up on my yoga mat 6 1/2 hours later.
7:38am: Shower, brush out the million tangles in my hair, skip the make-up and devour a classic bowl of oatmeal…
1/3 cup rolled oats
1/3 cup water + 1/3 cup organic skim milk
pinch of salt
1 mashed banana
drizzle of agave syrup
8:13am: Lick the bowl clean while blog reading about my fave Iowan’s trip to my hometown.
8:35am: Stop for the requisite morning coffee with skim milk and pray I don’t see the creeper who has proceeded to air kiss me several times on my 1-mile walk to work in the morning. Mission completed.
8:47am: Climb the two flights of stairs up to the office and wonder for the millionth time how one can run a marathon, yet still get uber-winded going up steps.
11:45am: Office lunch outing for Chris’s birthday! We went to the uber-swanky Capitol Chophouse where I obviously got nervous about being on my best behavior a.k.a. knowing proper dining etiquette. I did NOT grow up in a fancy house people. Things like knowing which fork to use make me nervous.
12:07pm: Throw whatever ounce of class I had left in the garbage by devouring a mixed greens salad, Grilled Mahi Mahi Tacos with Avocado-Cilantro Sauce and some of the chocolate lava cake birthday dessert.
12:13pm: The waiter brings over warm chocolate chip cookies. Apparently, EVERYONE gets one of these post-meal. Ummm…why haven’t I been here before?
12:17pm: My boss offers me some of her French fries + 1/2 her cookie. To solidify my job security (and for this reason only), I happily agree. Then I follow up lunch with an apple…how I was still hungry, I do not know.
4:03pm: Hear all about Adam Lambert’s scandalous performance at the AMA awards last night from my co-worker and Mama Pea and must watch the video. Call me corrupt; call me a tart; but other than some inappropriate pelvic thrusting, I didn’t find it all that scandalous.
5:30pm: Skedaddle my buns to the gym for an awesome 50-minute elliptical session with my new Women’s Health magazine and a side of Anthony Bourdain: No Reservations on the television. I love that man.
6:45pm: Return home and eat some dindin…British pub style!
7:00pm: Guzzle the rest of my Great Lakes Christmas Ale while I wait for these to roast…
7:20pm: Down about 2 cups of roasted brussel sprouts while blog reading. Perfection.
7:28pm: Remember Katharina’s sweet package of treats she sent me before realizing I ate them all last night. Crap.
8:13pm: Start writing this blog post, and as much as I want something sweet, remember that I ate 1 1/2 chocolate chip cookies + 1/4 chocolate lava cake with lunch. Balance Holly…balance.
8:21pm: Projected time I will hit publish on this post, then proceed to…
- take a bath (my fave!)
- read more blogs
- do the dishes
- call my bestie Ashley
- clean my bedroom
- watch last week’s “The Office”
- organize my finances
- respond to reader e-mails
11:00pm: E.B.T. (estimated bedtime)…who wants to take a bet on how many of the above tasks actually get completed? I am going to guess 4/8. Hitting .500 would win me a MLB batting title, right?