St. Patrick’s Day weekend was a lot of fun. I was able to get away and unwind for three days. I watched TV, had some good food, logged some miles, got some writing done, and just relaxed. But the weekend also gave me a dose of reality.
Thankfully I survived St. Patrick’s Day weekend, but it gave me a giant slap in the face and I had to face my reality. A reality I had been trying to avoid for so long. Despite all of that, I still managed to get a few miles…
(this was today’s breakfast) This is my yummy grapefruit. It looks like a mess. I planned to broil it but got in a hurry and just tossed on some splenda. In a pan I used a little bit of cooking spray, tossed in some spinach, mushrooms and diced…
I barely survived my St. Patrick’s Day weekend adventure. Not really. I made it through with flying colors. I had 2 Guinness and was really proud of myself. I did have a few more glasses of Ed Hardy Sangria wine later that night. That was points overload.
I have no rhyme or reason to my salads. I pretty much love them all. Half the time I don’t know why I bother with meat or pasta. I could honestly live off the produce department. But, I am terrible at giving in to peer pressure and temptation.