…before she eats nine cookies.
Yep, that happened.
And now I feel slightly sick to my stomach.
But I digress…first thangs first.
Breakfast thing morning was coffee with a side of a yog mess (plain nonfat Chobani + Kashi Honey Sunshine + sliced naners + almond buttah).
I snarfed that deliciousness in about six minutes flat. Coffee included.
Then, I put on my new dress Mama Everythingtarian scored at Tarjay for $8 (and wrapped so I would have an extra present to open for Christmas) and channeled the gorgey Snackface for a clothes pic…
That would be my $8 turquoise Converse Target dress, new purple tights from NY&Co. and Jessica Simpson brown boots. Not going to lie, I may have decided to walk the mile to work in my boots so I could strut and pretend I was European. Yes, I am an idiot. Walking in sub-zero temps with tights + boots on = idiot (and blisters on your feet).
Then, I continued to channel dear Kailey by snacking my face off all day. And yes, you may also end up seeing me as her stalker when she gets her own E! True Hollywood Story someday.
Carrots + pepperjack cheese stick.
Roasted cinnamin-cumin chickpeas (obsessed), two clementines and a Black Cherry Wallaby yogurt (new fave flavor).
Wintermint Wafers (x3, add a chocolate-covered fortune cookie and a mondo stomachache).
A pan of kale chips.
A Sunshine Breakfast patty with BBQ sauce.
And lots of mint tea + shopping to soothe the tummy.
I hit up a couple of stores with a friend after work, which ended up being three hours of shopping. Don’t underestimate the power of sprinting across the store for a cute dress or fighting the biatch lady next to you for the last size 7 black ankle boots. Carrie Bradshaw had it right long ago when she said, “Shopping is my cardio.” Ladies AND gents…a workout is a workout, in or out of the gym.
Alright…this post is going nowhere and fast.
It’s 10:10pm, I’m about to hit ‘Publish’ and then skedaddle my butt to bed.
Eff. I just found a hole in my new purple tights.
And now I am just typing everything I am thinking. That’s only going to end up with Holly starting to talk about herself in the third person, people thinking she is crazy and perhaps saying inappropriate swear words not needed on this blog.
Please stop the beast before things get out of control.