Less Fat. More Love.

…I will be at night one (of three) of my 5 year college reunion. Am I as SKINNY as I hoped I’d be? No. Am I as HOT as I hoped I’d be? Mostly. Am I as HAPPY as I hoped I’d be? HELL YES. 

Priorities, folks. Priorities. 

Last week I tried this for the first time, and I quite enjoyed it (and have since made it almost every morning), however I made a few changes to the recipe on the website. I should also mention that I’m not a fan of measuring things, so I do it mostly by sight (I’m pretty good at it by now).

The Yummy Life’s Recipe:

My Recipe:

• 1/4 cup uncooked old fashioned oats
• 1/3 cup unsweetened vanilla almond milk
• 1/4 cup fat free Greek yogurt
• 1 teaspoon chia seeds 
• 1/2 tablespoon cocoa powder
• 1/2 tablespoon chocolate protein powder
• 1 tablespoon PB2
• 1 packet truvia
• 1/2 banana

Instead of using a jar, I use screw top plastic containers (by ziploc). They are the two-cup kind. Also, I add the banana right before I eat it just for the non-slimy banana factor.

Like I said, I really enjoy this recipe, but I don’t do it exactly as is…I think the recipe is a great base for experimenting. Enjoy!

So, I debated, ALL DAY, whether to post what I’m going to post out there for the internets to read. So, judge me all you want; I’m putting it out there. (**it’s kind of long**)

I talked about my plans for post-delicious omelette Sunday. I included the fact that I was going on a date. This date happened, and then kept happening, and I wanted out, but had no good excuse to leave (I’ve lied before, so I don’t know why I didn’t just make up an excuse). Anyways, I went to the bathroom and texted my friend, demanding her company for evening fun, and she obliged (and I had an excuse to ditch the date). My friend and I ended up going to a karaoke bar where we realized we’d stumbled upon Marines who are in NYC for Fleet Week. We think it’s entertaining that they’re in the karaoke bar and then get to business doing our singing.

After a drink, this one Marine comes up to me and asks if he can look at the song book that’s sitting in front of me. I think nothing of it and pass it to him. He looks through it, gives it back and then walks away. Five minutes later he asks for it again. My friend starts poking me. She texts me that she thinks he’s into me. Super self-conscious me denies it. He goes away and comes back, and when he comes back another guy is looking at the song book. He gives me a hard time for letting someone else look at the book. I make apologies, and he goes back with his Marine buddies. My friend insists that he’s in to me. I insist he just wants to find a good song. We order another drink and sing another song. It’s 11pm or so. FINALLY, he comes back and offers to buy me a drink. I tell him that I can’t let him drink alone, so sure. I tell him my name; he tells me his.

Then he hands me my drink and whispers, “You want to know something funny?”

“Sure,” I say. “I love a good laugh.”

“I’m not old enough to buy this drink,” he winks. 

“Really?” I reply. I take a big gulp of my drink. Remind myself that I’m 27. “How old are you? 20?”

“19,” he says. 

Great. And I just accepted a drink from him. So he keeps talking, and I keep listening, and I keep forgetting that he’s only 19. He’s just come back from Afghanistan. I think war does something to you; he was all at once so mature and such a kid. And he was charming. And next thing I know he’s kissing me. That sweep you off your feet kind of kiss. I hadn’t been kissed like that in a real long time. And then we went outside and kissed some more. I lost track of time, but eventually it was time for him to go; Marines have a curfew (I was not aware of this).

“Do you have a phone?” he says. 

“Yes,” I say. [insert long pause] “Do you want my phone number?” 

“Yes please,” he says. And then we kiss again. 

Then it was Memorial Day. And I had off work. And he texted me. And texted me. And finally convinced me to meet up with him. And we kissed some more. BUT he’s 19, so that’s all that happened…not that he didn’t try for more. So that’s what I did yesterday. That’s why I didn’t post. 

And on the one hand I feel cradle robbery because he’s so young, but on the other hand, it just felt so nice to be pursued. Did I do a terrible thing? Is it bad that I don’t feel guilty - just a sense of excitement? Now, I just need 25+ menfolk to pursue me..how do I make THAT happen?

This morning I made THE PERFECT OMELETTE. Seriously. See photo proof below: 

I mean look at that beauty. I have NEVER made an omelette that looks that good. And what’s in there you might ask? Well, I can show you:

(1 egg + onions + spinach + a pinch of low-fat mozarella…+ tomatoes + salsa + 1/2 avocado = today’s fuel)

Now that I’m all fueled up, gotta go to Step class! Yippeee!

However, I DID:

1.  Walk at least 5 miles (who’s counting).
2. Take private pilates lesson (I had a groupon that expires on Friday, so I will basically be doing pilates 6/7 days this week).
3. Clean my apartment.
4. Buy this adorable one-piece from Old Navy. SWOON: FRONT VIEWSIDE VIEW

Tomorrow will be full of Step, walking/jogging, Pilates, and a DATE. Memorial Day Weekend, you are good to me.