Just add peanut butter

I had probably THE worst night last night.  “Que paso” you ask?  Well, the abbreviated version goes something like this: boy catches cold, cold causes hideous symptoms, symptoms keep girl up all night, girl sleeps on couch.  Boo. 

I stumbled back into the bedroom after Kyle left for work, and (fortunately) managed to fall back asleep.  Unfortunately, I unknowingly turned off my alarm somewhere in the bed-to-couch-to-bed process.  I woke up just before noon, very confused, and very annoyed. 

I immediately got to work on a very frothy cup of coffee and a very cinnamon-y apple. 

After that, I rolled up some of TJ’s flattened bananas with peanut butter.  Brillz.

My only issue with the bananas was the texture.  It was kinda weird.  I don’t really know what I was expecting, but it was a little bizarre to be eating a banana that had the texture of a fruit chew.  It took some getting used to.

Since I woke up so late, I didn’t have lunch until nearly 2 pm.  The Nature’s Pride 12 grain bread is so hearty.  I love it.  There are visible chunks of oats and grains, so it breaks my heart that I’m nearly out.  I toasted two pieces and added some ‘fu salad (the OG flavor) and spinach.

If you look closely you will notice that I definitely burned one of the pieces.  I’m talking black and crispy.  Lunch dessert was the second apple of the day, also with cinnamon.  Obsessed?  Maybe.  But I’m also trying to keep the MDs away since Kyle is producing enough bodily fluid for the both of us.

Here’s the annoying thing about waking up so late, by the time I had digested lunch, my effing day was already gone!  I wanted to go to the gym before heading to my PT appointment, but time was NOT on my side. 

I squeezed in a mere 20 minutes on the elliptical before I was forced to head home (sans stretching) to shower and dash out the door in literally 10 minutes.  Literally. 

Rather than call it a day on the exercise front, I decided to return for the second half of my work out after PT.  But I needed kcals first.

Top 3 best pairs: Chuck & Blaire, Jim & Pam, and dates & peanut butter. 

I don’t know how, but I actually DID make it to the gym after my dried fruit/nut butter snack-fest.  Even more shocking, I found an open treadmill.  I hate hate hate going to the gym between the hours of 6 and 8 because it’s just so friggin’ crowded.  I ran 3 miles while mentally planning dinner.

The only ingredient I knew I wanted was an avocado.  Do you ever make meals centered around a single item?  If it’s good enough for Elaine, it’s good enough for me.  I’m talking about the “big salad” of course.  Carrots, tomato, chickpeas, avo, and spinach with a side plate of butternut squash.

The BN squash didn’t last very long on the sidelines…next thing I knew, errrthang was mixed together. 

Lordy, this was mighty fine.  I was pretty much in veggie heaven. 

Feeling that I had maxed out on my apple quota for the day (is there such a thing? gasp) I switched it up for dessert tonight. 

I suppose a peanut butter sandwich isn’t so much dessert, as a second dinner, but who’s keeping track?  On non-burnt bread, I lathered peanut butter and cinnamon, and let a 10 second trip to the micro work it’s melty magic. 

I love peanut butter.  It seemed to find it’s way into several meals today, which is great, but I’m feeling lost without my beloved chickpea spread.  Where’s the hummus love?  I’m not quite going through an identity crisis…yet…but I do need to work on some re-stocking.  Sabra?  Are you reading this?

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