This weekend, I’ve come to four realizations.
First, the month of August is halfway over.
Honestly, I kind of forgot it even began.
Second, I’ve officially been working at my job one year.
Does this also officially make me a grown-up?
Third, my littlest sister moves to college in Colorado on Wednesday.
She also just texted me it is going to 95 degrees on move-in day. It’s a good thing I’m getting a free vacation from Mama + Daddy Everythingtarian out of this.
Fourth, I’m crazy.
I’ve decided to run the Chicago 1/2 Marathon in approximately 27 days, 8 hours and 6 minutes.
Yeah, about that…one of my BFFs Megan registered for the race but can’t run it anymore. She offered her registration to me. I want to visit her in Chicago. I said yes. This decision is still sinking in. More reflection on this spontaneous act of athleticism to come.
Meanwhile, in the midst of all this realizing, I’ve been obsessed with eating LIFE cereal + raisins.
I don’t know what it is about the combination, but it tastes so good.
I’ve also been obsessed with carrot fries.
Preheat oven to 400 degrees. Cut carrots lengthwise into 4″ strips. Coat lightly with coconut oil (canola would work as well). Add a generous sprinkle of salt. Roast for 15 minutes. Turn the carrots over. Roast another 15 minutes. Devour.
This morning, I had the fortune of going to brunch at some place I’ve been dying to go to for ages…
I walked in the door, and before I knew it, my friend Curtis placed a Bellini in my hand.
I graciously accepted.
Champagne + peach nectar at 10:00am? Yes, please.
We patiently waited almost 1/2 hour for a table outside.
Trust me, it was worth it.
The weather was 80 degrees, sunny and completely devoid of humidity.
I celebrated with coffee (and a splash of skim milk).
Although if that’s the case, I technically celebrate every morning.
I took one look at the menu and knew exactly what I wanted: Buckwheat Belgian Waffles.
Served with cinnamon-orange butter, fresh fruit and maple syrup, twas’ perfection.
I realize now I am out of realizations and attempts at witty commentary. I realize this is very unlike me but also realize my bed is calling my name with its sweet nothings and realizations of a long night’s sleep.
I just had a realization that last paragraph made no sense.