It’s A Bird! It’s A Plane! No Actually, It’s Just a Tomato

Less than a week since my post in support of nurses went semi-viral and I’ve already descended back into mediocrity. I had a taste of fame and it slipped through my fingers. I never even had an opportunity to pull a Lindsay Lohan on everyone.

No, really, it’s fine. I’m perfectly content with my readers mostly being my family. It keeps me down to earth and fueled with motivation to better myself and all that crap.

I think maybe my posts (in jest) about the apocalypse and Taylor Swift taking over the world may have scared a few people off. But I was hoping a few more might stay!

I’ll just have to lure them back in with pictures of my meals.

We lead off with last night’s dinner. After work, I swam a mile to fit in a workout and came home ravenous!  I filled a tortilla with steak, grilled peppers, and cheese and paired the quesadilla with spinach rice and green beans.


This morning, I kicked things off the right way with a healthy breakfast and a workout. My meal consisted of an egg and two egg whites and an english muffin with a smear of peanut butter. I don’t know where my picture went…

Starting with a spin class, which kicked my butt, I completed a dumbbell circuit, squat presses, leg presses, and a body strength circuit that left me feeling strong and tired at the same time. It’s an interesting feeling. Notice the droplet of sweat on my nose.


After I showered and flounced around the house for a bit doing some housework, it was time for lunch. I decided to duplicate the quesadilla I made last night, but make it more gourmet. I chopped up a jalapeno and another tomato from my garden and sauteed them in a spritz of olive oil with a mound of baby spinach. Once everything was starting to cook, I added leftover bell pepper and steak to the mix. Here’s everything compiled on top of a whole wheat tortilla. Of course there’s cheese!


Once on the plate, it is a thing of beauty. I do think I make a quesadilla better than any restaurant because it’s packed with a ton of healthy and nutritious ingredients, but also so damn delicious! For a little crunch, I added a handful of tostitos.


It was love at first bite. I mean, really.


Speaking of tomatoes from my garden, I would love to know what would come from it if I put in a little more effort. The tomatoes are falling off the trees and are so sweet. I also had a huge cucumber (one must have escaped the mating with zucchinis) and two more peppers are growing! One tomato was so good that it broke my knife the other day. It looks so innocent and sweet…


But my knife knows better from where it now belongs…the trash!


I will say that it’s also totally reasonable that the knife was just past it’s prime and I just happened to be chopping a tomato when it broke. I prefer to stand by my super-tomato theory.

Woohoo for Friday!

Apocalypse Scares and Food Photos: Just Another Tuesday

It was only a few weeks ago that I was thinking to myself how nice it was that we haven’t had any apocalypse scares as of late. My uncle would ruin this on Friday night when he told me that people were now focusing on September 23 as the end of the world. I will say that he himself did not believe it, but that all of the eery coincidences were curious, as they always are, that leave you with at least a speck of ack-what-if!?

It’s not that I’m actually scared of the apocalypse or that I believe any of the “facts” that go into it, but no doubt, whenever that date people zone in on comes to pass, there is a nagging fear in the back of my mind. It’s embarrassing. I happen to be a sucker for conspiracy theories. Again, not because I believe them, but because it makes for an intriguing story. Usually I just stick to reading Dan Brown books for my fix.

The reason I thought of a pending apocalypse in the first place was because I was watching Buffy and for a second I thought, well this isn’t that bad, but then I remembered that Buffy doesn’t actually exist and I’m not certain I trust any human enough to save the world as I would Buffy. And even though I adore Sarah Michelle Gellar, I do have the ability to separate character from actor and I don’t think she would be up for the task, at least alone. Unless of course she or someone else have already been doing that for years without us knowing, in which case, thanks bud!

So maybe there is an apocalypse scheduled for tomorrow, but probably not. There’s nothing any of us can really do at this point, so we might as well just go on living per usual until we can’t. That does mean that you can have extra ice cream tonight (or your treat of choice) just in case. At the very least, we have a few things that we can be thankful for to ease our minds as we continue onto our potentially fiery deaths.

  1. I’ve experienced mild celebrity with my blogging
  2. Donald Trump could not be made president
  3. I will not have made it to 26 and will therefore not have to come off my parents’ health insurance
  4. Chris Evans won’t have married anyone else
  5. No more snow to shovel
  6. I am finally blonde
  7. No more reality TV
  8. Since we’ll all go out together, Heaven will be way more fun
  9. There should be unlimited free wifi in Heaven (right!?)
  10. No more damn apocalypse scares

It is possible that my priorities are different than yours and that’s fine too. In all seriousness, I suspect that tomorrow will come and go and we will (mostly) all be fine, unless something personal happens to you or me, in which case, I’m sorry.

For the record, apocalypse is a difficult word to type and I feel like my fingers got in a nice workout.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll continue onto our regularly scheduled blogging. Yesterday’s workout consisted of a dumbbell strength circuit, a body strength circuit, and a swim. I was pleased to find that I wasn’t experiencing any pain after my long run, but the swim was a good antidote to easing sore muscles anyways.

Dinner was homemade chicken parm, whole wheat penne, and sautéed spinach.


I’ve decided my next read would be Sylvia Plath’s The Bell Jar. I read it in high school and loved it, so I’m curious to see how I feel 8 years later. I cracked the book open as I dug into this plate of magnificent peanut butter pancakes this morning, leaving both my mind and tummy happy.


Check back in again tomorrow for more adventures, probably.

Humbled by Fame: A How-To Guide

Whoa. This weekend has been so much fun and it has everything to do with my mild internet fame. My mom and I want to thank everyone for reading and sharing and for the overwhelming support of my latest post, which you can read here if you have no idea what I’m talking about:

Nurses are awesome, especially my mom and I’m so happy that so many are agreeing!

Here’s all of the wonderful things that have happened to me since I experienced the instant rush of success:

  1. I was offered my own TV show deal
  2. Chris Evans proposed
  3. Amy Poehler and I are best friends
  4. I lost 30 pounds by increasing my daily calorie allowance
  5. I made delicious pumpkin waffles

Okay, so only one of those things happened. Any guesses as to which??

Yes! You are exactly right. We’ll be married next summer and all of you are invited!


Psh, wishful thinking. Plus, that ring would have been a whole lot bigger had it been real. Reality is more like:


Still pretty delicious.

This weekend was fun with or without Chris Evans. On Friday, I got my day started with a dumbbell strength workout, worked, then headed to my aunt and cousin’s nail party. I got some Jamberry’s picked out based solely on my mom’s choosing all of the holiday options they have available. They were cute though so I won’t complain.


Clearly I’ve mastered the pout.

On Saturday, I worked through the morning, but ate this yummy oatmeal to fuel me through it.


After helping cover up the pool for the season- it’s now fall!- I had this for lunch. I’m big on waffles and eggs these days and I don’t care for which meal I eat them!


I wrote my now famous blog post, then met my friend Katie in the city. We went to a Greek festival for dinner and ate yummy gyros and baklava before meeting another friend at a Gatsby-type themed bar.


Sunday morning started with some grocery shopping. My mom and I met my Aunt Stacy and cousin Erin for lunch. Blackened salmon salad for the win!


After, we all scooted over for a Paint Nite afternoon. I can totally see why people love painting, and I also love to draw, but I never know what to create without someone telling and showing me how. I have a lot to work on when it comes to painting, but I don’t think it looks half bad.



Glowing from our newfound fame.



It was so beautiful out yesterday and by the time I got home, my legs were itching for a run outside! I headed down to the track to run on a consistent flat surface and I felt s-t-r-o-n-g. The intention was to go 4 miles, but by the time I reached my third, I knew I was in a good place, so I kept pushing. By the end, I got to 6.4 miles (had I realized at that point I was .1 away from 6.5, I would have gone for it, but oh well). I think I honestly could have run longer had it not been dark out, but also my legs were chafing! I can’t wait to run with pants on instead of shorts because it soothes things so much better!

I watched bits and pieces of the Emmys. My goal is to one day host and I think I could do a better job than Andy Samberg who felt choppy. I suspect we got spoiled by Amy Poehler and Tina Fey so many times. Maybe within the next few years, I’ll be receiving an award for my own show and hosting, and you can say you knew me when!

I Saw 50 Shades So You Don’t Have To

I never got through the first few pages of 50 Shades because I couldn’t bring myself to care. As a pop culture enthusiast, I like to stay abreast of everything, which was my motivation to read the series in the first place. I never had any intention on seeing the movie, but yesterday my friend Molly said she had two free tickets to the movie and did I want to see 50 Shades for a good laugh?

I can’t pass up free movie tickets. Movies are expensive, ya’ll.

Plus, I thought this would be a good way to see what the hype was about and not have to contribute personally to the fortune the movie is about to make. I’m aware of pulling at strings, but I think it’s important that you know I saw this movie ironically.

When we walked up to cash in on our free tickets, Molly and I bickered over who had to say what we wanted to see. I offered the “We have free tickets” preemptor, but she had to say what movie, since this was her fault. It didn’t help that the guy taking the tickets to get into the theater was very old, reminding me of a grandfather. It was amusing to watch the clientele walk into the theater, particularly all the husbands and boyfriends drawn up in hoodies, not wanting to expose their faces.

I put my feet up- because theaters do that now- drew my coat over me because it was freezing, and almost fell asleep. It was very hard to stay awake through most of the movie, especially because it was the 10:00 PM showing and I wake up at a brisk 5:00 AM. To be fair, the movie’s initial slowness has to do with it being the first in a series and needing to introduce the characters. The only action in the film was actual action, which bordered on funny, to uncomfortable, to deplorable.

Jamie Dornan is an extremely attractive man who I adore from his turn as The Huntsman in Once Upon A Time. It’s no coincidence that once he left that show, I stopped watching. In this film, I did not find him attractive. He was a predator, manipulative and aggressive, the epitome to me of what romance is not.

I get that some people like this movie/book/sort of thing and I really don’t care except when the lines of consent are blurred. I read an article where someone suggested that had the roles in this movie been reversed, with the woman as the predator and the man as the unsuspecting prey, it would be considered a horror film. Think about this.

The message I got from the movie was no matter how cautious and wary a woman might be about something, press her hard enough, not only will she do it, but she’ll like it. We have a problem in this culture in acknowledging rape and consent for what they are. This type of movie, with the meaning it exudes, only hurts this issue.

Molly went into the movie not knowing much about anything of the contents within, but she left feeling disgusted and manipulated, wondering how someone could view this abuse as erotic and intriguing, especially when much of it was not entirely consensual. The 50 shades that are blurred? Is CONSENT.

He is not only controlling in sexual ways, but in every facet of her life. And he expects her to like it, which she does to some extent, but fights against in others.

In the end-SPOILER- the main female character leaves after being utterly humiliated and abused, but knowing it is one of three was not the only thing leaving me with the feeling that this wasn’t over. When this sort of thing is turned into a romance and treated as though it is a normal relationship, I have a problem with it.

To each their own.

On another note, let’s recap my meals and workouts from yesterday. I started with a small bowl of oatmeal and a handful of blueberries. It was warm and filling, but I prefer my homemade oats to this pre-packaged stuff. It’s quick and convenient, but I’m not sure it’s worth the fake crap.

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My workout was strength heavy. Using the barbells, I performed each move in reps of 10-10-8-8-6-6, my new favorite way of lifting. I’m able to include long sets and short sets, increasing the weight as I go. It’s been an excellent way to improve my fitness and keep my body guessing. To top things off, I did 6 minutes on the bike, 4 of which were used for Tabata intervals.

To re-fuel, I dug into this crunchy chocolate peanut butter toast and juicy pineapple and strawberries. The creaminess of the melted peanut butter made my tummy happy.

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Lunch was ordered out. My choice was a coconut curry-based broth with chicken, noodles, and tons of veggies thrown inside. On a freezing cold day, the soup hit the spot and was very filling. Too filling almost.

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I made it back to that same Mexican place I had mentioned a few days ago because I was hankering for my favorite salad I get out at restaurants. It’s very difficult to impress me with salads because the ones I make are fabulous. The blackened salmon, peppers, black beans, corn, baby spinach, and lime dressing are impeccable. I was able to hold myself back from stuffing my face with even more tortilla chips, but they are so good and warm here!!

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After a few minutes browsing Barnes and Noble for the latest reads to get from the library- SORRY- we headed over to get ice cream. Yes, we were complaining about how cold it was and how hard it is to walk on the snowy, icy ground, and we still got ice cream. My love of ice cream cannot be stopped. Especially when homemade cookies ‘n cream ice cream, with huge chunks of Oreo, is involved.

And then the movie. Mostly it’s offensive to me because it’s viewed as pure entertainment and not as a satire, which then might impress me. How DARE you mention Jane Austen, Christian Grey. Don’t you DARE.