Brad informed me yesterday that my strawberries were “going bad”, which to me, means they’re just right for eating…extra ripe and extra sweet.
They made for the perfect strawberry overnight oats 30 minutes oats. You know, I don’t think I’ve ever made overnight oats. I never know what I’m going to want to eat upon rising. The 30 minute variety works just fine for me.
In my bowl:
-1/3 cup TJ’s barley, rye, oat, wheat mixture
-1/3 cup Greek Gods yogurt (the last :()
-1/2 banana
I stirred this together and placed in in the fridge while I got dressed, “put on my face”, and dried and fixed my hair…or “got my hair did” as Brad would say. Next, I topped with…
-5 sliced strawberries
-~1 Tbsp. AB
-~1 Tbsp. raspberry jam
I was in no mood to measure this morning. I also was very forgetful. Where is my 1/3 cup of almond milk? This was delicious but I think the missing liquid is necessary.
Red in my bowl is always pretty.
Fast forward through several phone calls, some research, and a meeting…
Lunch was served.
Today in my lunchbox was:
-leftover Beaufort boil
– mixed green salad with super ripe tomato, a bit of avocado, drizzle of lemon and Italian honey I took from a hotel breakfast bar 😉
– 2 black plums
They should make plastic ware more aesthetically pleasing to the eye…or just prettier.
It’s what’s inside that matters!
I’ve recently been participating in Tina’s 30 Days of Self Love, which really only means that I’ve been reading her post each day. I can’t speak for everyone, but I know loving myself is something I often struggle with, so a daily reminder can only help. Her post today pointed out an issue I often have: keeping things in perspective. I admit, I let little things eat at me. Whether it’s the way I feel about my weight that day or a remark that could have been taken as snide, I sometimes let these little things eat at me and totally ruin my mood (poor Brad!). It’s funny that I forget, as cliche as it sounds, what matters really is what you have inside. I don’t love my friends and family because they’re beautiful, I love them for the way they treat me, for the joy they bring to my life, and for the wonderful people they are. And if I really think about it, if someone felt that way about me, it would mean so much more to me than just knowing that they think I’m “pretty”.
Okay, enough serious talk for now.
Here’s to a four-day work week!