Before I can say ANYTHING else, let's just start by looking at this picture of my nephews. Just take a moment to absorb those dimples.
This photo is my desktop background at work, and every time I look at it, it KILLS ME. I start ovulating and lactating all at once.You're welcome for that nice imagery.
Autumn is autumn is autumn I LOVE IT. I hate being cold but I love scarves and the frosty morning sunshine makes my stomach twirl.
I visited by parents on the weekend - beyond overdue. Put in my request for stroganoff and Daddy-o deliiiivered! Surprise brownies courtesy of Mama Bear did not get their photo taken because my stomach acid was too busy workin' on them.
We went on a loooong walk down a country lane near their house, where we came across a lot of creepy-as-hell smoldering tree stumps. They smelled deliiiicious and just added to my love of all things autumn.
I also got to hang with my critters.
Okay so this is clearly just TWO of my critters + some mystery little white socks.
While my boyfriendling is off livin' it up in NYC (wtf man.. what the actual fuuuuck), I've become increasingly old-lady-ish. In bed by 9pm THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKIN' 'BOUUUT! The upside of this is that I'm becoming borderline-okay at morning workouts (rather than my usual after-work sessions). Granted they are short and slightly half-assed workouts.. a 30 minute yoga DVD (Jillian Michaels has made me her bitch. My love handles want to be you, Jillian!!), a quick (in length.. not speed. Uhh) run. But still. If this could become a habit, I would be so proud I'd probably need to buy myself several gold stars.
SPEAKING OF WORKOUTS...
I've been running more, but it's ending in heartache (foot ache, back ache, knee ache..) because I'm in desperate need of new shoes. I'm a Mizuno freak and am desperate to get my dirty stinkin' mitts on either (um, both) of these:
While Mr Boyhead has been away, I've eaten the same dinner every night (except the stroganoff interlude), and to further prove the old-lady tendencies, it contains brussels sprouts!
Not a very pretty picture/not a very pretty meal. Tofu + brussels sprouts + carrots + onions -> baking tray + olive oil + salt + pepper + balsamic vinegar -> roast the shit outta it. Cover in ketchup. Sometimes between two slices of super buttery bread. This is the best and I want to eat it every night for the rest of my life or at least until Boy-o comes home and we resume our normal routine of eating ice cream on the couch while watching Gilmore Girls.
ONE LAST THING:
I've read a lot of people wax lyrical about how amazing and delicious it is to add vanilla protein powder to your coffee. I am drinking this right now and let me just say... YOU ARE ALL WRONG THIS IS REVOLTING. But I'm gonna drink it anyway cos I'm trying to GET MASSIVE, BRO.
Actually...ONE OTHER LAST THING:
This has been a sad and rough week for one of my dearest friends. It breaks my heart. Please do me a favour and give your mother the biggest cuddle ever. And also look after your friends. And yourself. And remember to smile a lot and wear really outrageous outfits that make you happy everyday and blast the music in your car and DON'T WASTE YOUR LIFE DRINKING PROTEIN-COFFEE. Ew.