For eight straight weekdays in a row, I’ve had the same breakfast at exactly 7:45 in the morning: two slices toasted Ezekiel bread, a generous slather of peanut butter, sliced banana + cinnamon.
Lots of cinnamon.
And lots of coffee.
Moderation is a daily struggle for me.
Grilled cheese + tomato soup is one of my all-time favorite meals. Tonight, I added a Sunshine Garden Herb veggie burger to the sandwich.
I am a genius.
In the past three days, I’ve watched 10 episodes of Friday Night Lights: Season One. That equals approximately 420 minutes of ogling a shirtless Tim Riggins and 0 minutes spent cleaning my apartment or packing for this weekend’s half-marathon in D.C.
I have an irrational fear that my undertrained Everythingtarian self is going to be laying at Abe Lincoln’s bronzed feet with a collapsed lung at mile 4 1/2 of the race on Saturday.
I can see it now.
Two weeks ago when clean laundry was rather scarce, I wore a pair of swimming suit bottoms as underwear.
I didn’t hate it.
I am drinking coffee as I type this.
If drinking coffee at 8:14pm is wrong, then I most certainly don’t want to be right.
What is one thing YOU need to confess today?