Hey, friends.
So it’s amazing how time slips away on Monday nights. Really.
And even IΒ am saying it’s too late for coffee. So this is a water and protein bar date.
Mmmmm.
Or, not really.
Long story short, I learned the hard way last week that I should definitely not eat before I work out at night. So tonight, I didn’t. I really, really, REALLY didn’t want a repeat of last week.
And then I stayed after workout to do some 5k planning with a couple friends, and by the time I walked in the door, it was 10:15 pm, and I still hadn’t eaten dinner. And by then, it was too late to make anything, and I was totally kicking myself for pulling the mac n’ cheese card on Tobin and Mae ’cause there’s never enough left over. (Or any at all if you happen to have two golden retrievers.) At the time, I never care…it’s always at that unreasonable hour that I suddenly wish there was some left for me. (Side note…really, would it KILL those people who sell mac n’ cheese to make the boxes just a little BIGGER?!)
Golly.
So, when it comes down to it, it’s Kraft’s fault that I had to eat a protein bar for dinner. Yeah.
I seriously love how I came to that conclusion…I’m really quite proud of it. Β
Though if I am being fair, I did have a handful of Cheez-It’s, too. You know, to balance out all that protein.
I think maybe I need sleep…soon. Because that story just took way. too. long. to tell you all.
And, it was kinda dorky.
I had these grand plans tonight to tell you about weddings and surprise birthday parties and some pretty amazing people, and, well…maybe my words would be better used afterΒ I sleep. Being serious here…the words are starting to swim right in front of me. And, I’m misspelling things, which I hardly ever do, and putting commas in the wrong places and spacing twice after a period.
Horrors. π
Time to crash.
Thanks for letting me tell you all why mac ‘n cheese deserves a bigger box.
G’nite!