The #Fail Blog

I was kidding around with a friend that I should rename my blog to The Fail Blog. Oh, the projects and themes that I have started and failed miserably.

My attempts to live life healthy usually result in a bottle of wine at night with an avoided workout in the morning.


I’m a mom but I don’t do any “mom” things since I work away from home. And I’m not a very good one.


And I’m a poor Paleo foodie.


And do you remember Post-Baby Fitness Fridays? Me neither.

My problem? Accountability. I have NEVER been able to keep something up without someone (usually Hulk) telling me to encouraging me to do it every step of the way. This too was my issue with Whole30+, round 2. My heart was half into it. We just scored a few cases of wine, I was in a tumultuous affair with dairy creamer again, and I may have had a bag of Swedish Fish in my desk drawer at all times. Plus, I loved that I could go out to eat with family and friends and not stress too much about where we were going. But now I sleep like crap, I have no energy, and I’m starting to notice an increase of “squishiness” that’s coming from me and not the toddler.

Fortunately, Kristen at Change of Pace is doing a Whole30 in April, and a little bloggy friend encouragement action is just what I need. We start April 1st (though in the back of my mind I’m trying to figure out how to turn it in to an April Fool’s joke). If anyone wants in on the action, leave a comment! Or if you know me personally, just tell me later today.

Any-hoo, since I’m still battling the run-down-it is, I had a lemon tea before breakfast.

(Oops, forgot the pic! There it is.)


I had intended on going for a run, but I woke up, got my shoes on, walked Duke, then said, “oh, HELL no” and had breakfast instead. My throat was throbbing like there was a grapefruit stuck in it, and the cold (okay, 50* but that’s cold for SF) air wasn’t doing it for me. So I wimped out and had breakfast with the Squish.


Who was not thrilled that I would dare pull my phone out for pictures and not let him play with it.


Seriously. So rude.


Went to work, then popped home for lunch so Hulk could work out during Squishy’s nap. I whipped up some pesto-mozzarella burgers (gotta use up the dairy before Monday!) and a quick salad, with more lemon tea.


And enjoyed the dining view.


Duke got kicked a lot. Accidentally, of course. Does anyone else step on/kick their dog repeatedly when in the kitchen? He is always right under my feet.


“You’re not going to eat ALL of that pesto burger, are you?”

And now back off to the Corporate Underworld. Hulk got a nice and sweaty workout in. At least someone did today.

Run-down-itis Strikes Again

Note: this was supposed to go up last night, but my WordPress App seems to be having an issue with the Publish feature. Again. So it’s late. On the bright side, you just received two posts from me in one afternoon! You lucky, lucky kids.

Thanks to all of my irresponsible weekend shenanigans, I’ve been hit with a douse of run-down-itis. I think the last time I was actually sick, it was a year ago. And a horrible experience. This morning I woke up with some sniffles and a sore throat. Good thing I had a huge veggie-tastic dinner last night to help battle whatever I was coming down with. I made up another batch of Melissa’s Old-School Italian Meat sauce and topped it with a bag of frozen mixed Italian veggies.


The sauce is sort of a pain to make, but it is soooo good, and lasts for at least a couple meals. This one had chicken and Italian sausage links. We had a friend over to watch the Creighton game and all three of us had a hearty serving with plenty of leftovers for lunch today. To be honest, I really don’t care for basketball; it was more of an excuse to hang out and drink more beer.

I skipped my run (again) this morning. The alarm went off, and my throat and sinuses went, “oh HELL no!” so I slept for another hour. I’ve been such a get-up-early wuss lately. My alarm goes off and my brain just grumbles and rolls over. Obviously the solution is to go to bed earlier so I get the sleep I need to wake up on time, but I already go to bed at 9 pm. Any earlier than that and I’ll almost be going to bed earlier than Squishy which just seems not right. But maybe I need the same amount of sleep as my 15-month old.

For Bfast this morning Squish and I feasted on the egg bake I prepped yesterday. With my usual cup o’ joe and coconut milk.


Packed some leftover Italian sauce and a small salad for lunch. Never gets old.


Now I’m counting the minutes until I can snuggle down in my bed at home with my sweats and a cup of lemon tea. A couple of early nights and I think I can shake this thing.

Despite the run-down-itis, I still managed to cute it up this morning.


I’m surprised my modeling career hasn’t taken off yet.
Stitch Fix top
Skirt from a suit I got at Ann Taylor back in the day
Ancient black pumps from who knows where
Tiffany’s necklace and bracelet, because I am a spoiled princess

Oh, and I got a mani-pedi this weekend. Hooray for being a girl!


Girls: you into any girly things lately?
Guys: are there any girly things you secretly want to have/do? There was a guy at the salon getting a MAN-i-pedi at the prompting of his girlfriend. He seemed to enjoy it.