Nothing says festive like a little white dog in an elf hat.
I’ve been obsessed with wedge salads lately, for no particular reason other than the fact that I’m bored with my usual salads (and it’s so dang easy). It’s rare that I actually get to use natural light to take food photos but this particular day I happened to be at home for lunch so I did an impromptu shoot in front of my office window.
Oh, and the blue cheese dressing? Homemade. And uh-maaa-zing.
I have a confession to make. I hate shoe shopping.
Yes, you heard that correctly. Evidently when I was just a bunch of cells in my mother’s womb, the shoe-loving strand of DNA got lost somewhere in the process, never to be found again. Until now.
So for the last year or so, I’ve been wearing the death out of a pair of Nine West ankle boots. They’re black, low-heeled, and so comfortable–perfect for both business casual and casual wear in my opinion. And the great thing about them is I can stomp around like a boy in them, walk all around campus at work, and not get fatigued.
Here it is. February. Specifically day 38 of moving more and eating well.
Wanna know something about January? The entire month was a success. How do I know? I’m still here. I’m still moving a little more (starting to) and eating well. I’m tracking my food every day. I’ve started exercising twice a week (wanting to increase that to 3 times a week this month). I’m still looking forward to tomorrow and starting again.
Basically, I haven’t given up. And that in and of itself is an accomplishment.
Hi. I know you and I have only known each other for less than 5 days, but there’s something I want to say to you.
I hate you. I used to like you at first when you made me do bend over rows, bicep curls, even when you made me do the inline skating, I still thought you were ok.
But then came today.
Today you made me do jump lunges and jump squats. I didn’t know there was even such a thing as jump lunges and jump squats. I mean, I can hear it and visualize it in theory. But no average human being in their right mind should actually be able to do these. Unless maybe they were in some kind of concentration camp or something and had to choose between doing 8 jump lunges or being water-boarded.
So I beg of you, please don’t ever make me do anything with the words lunge, squat, and jump in the same phrase. Otherwise, and I swear on all that is good and holy, you won’t have anything to be enthusiastic about.
Note: This post was actually written over a year ago when I had EA Sports Active and used it. I went ahead and published it just because, well, it’s funny to me 
Me: I’m concerned for Izzie. Ever since she got in that fight yesterday, she’s been making gang signs at me.
Jabari: Stop playing “Hangin’ Tough” on YouTube.
Me: That’s not me, that’s Izzie!
Yes, my little Izzie girl got into a scuffle with Jasper, my parents Jack Russell, last night while we were over there for dinner. It’s not Jasper’s fault–Izzie shouldn’t have been eating out of another dog’s bowl. I didn’t see how it went down, I just heard it from the other room and came running as soon as I realized what was happening.
Izzie ended up getting a puncture wound on her nose 
My sister told me to pat corn starch on the wound to help it coagulate and stop bleeding. It continued to bleed but eventually it stopped. Now it’s just a dark scab just above the tip of her nose.
