Had a pretty legit weekend. As if Santa Monica beach time wasn’t fun enough, Kyle and I headed off to Palos Verdes and then San Clemente…
It all started with le beurre de cacahuetes (aka the butter of nuts).
Add a duo of WF multi-grain bread slices…
And some strawberry jammin’…
And it’s a PB&J par-tay. Nothing fancy, but simplicity is often underrated (that’s kinda my roundabout way of saying being on a budget can lead to
boring repetitive meal choices).
Lunch was quick and snackalicious.
WF’s traditional hummus and a soft pretzel (that I nearly finished off before taking a pic). I was hangry. Once my stomach wasn’t eating it’s own inner lining, I put together round two of my hummus feasting. This time the dippage involved veggies.
Crunch. Digest. Move.
I’ve been so lax about exercise lately, I hardly even recognize myself. Rather than plan workouts, I set out without any time/distance goals. I generally head to the beach and see where my feet take me…which was a foreign concept for me in NYC. The weather used to dictate my every move, forcing me to plan my life around the temperature, gym crowds, and meal times. Now I have no such worries. I haven’t stepped foot in a gym in weeks (I also don’t belong to one anymore, so that’s that). And I love it. What do you think about scheduling exercise?
If you missed my previous post about home fitness equipment, check it out. In the above pic I’m using the Balance Board, which will be reviewed more thoroughly in a later post. I did a few balance exercises (holding squats and such), followed by an arm workout with 5 lb dumbbells (all while on the balance board). It’s crazy how adding a basic component like balancing increases the intensity of a workout so drastically! I felt it in my core the entire time. After that quick sesh (<10 minutes), I ran for about 20 minutes and called it a day.
When I think about the hour(s) I used to log on the treadmill, this seems to be pretty minimal as far as workouts go. But the odd thing is, I’m definitely getting leaner. Maybe it’s the diversity of my workouts. Maybe it’s my tri-weekly dates with Jillian. Maybe I’m subconsciously practicing better moderation in my eating habits because of that whole white dress thing…who knows. The fact is, I’m getting toned.
But back to the food. Before hitting the road to Palos Verdes, I had a snack for the road.
We clean up nice, huh?
We went to PV for my friend’s graduation party. She lives in a pretty crappy part of town.
No seriously, is that view to die for or what?
The “event” was catered and the entire time I kept thinking about our wedding. Linens. Food options. Wine options. Gah! I will never enjoy a party the same again. Ignorance is bliss, indeed. Needless to say, the party was lovely, and I boozed to my heart’s content knowing that Kyle was my sober driver for the night.
My girlfriend is so thoughtful, she called me in advance to make sure the caterers had a vegan option.
Bowtie pasta with an evoo-based tomato sauce.
We had a LOT of fun seeing all our friends from So Cal. It was like one big night of celebrating…her graduation, our return to the West side. So much reuniting! It feels like heaven to be back here.
As the night wound down we hit the road again…this time to go to San Clemente.
I escaped the next day without a single photo, but Kyle’s parents did send me home with a big container of fruit salad.
FRUIT!!! I can’t decide which tropical fruit is my favorite. I love mangos, but pineapple may be the winner. I don’t really like fresh papaya (I do, however, love dried papaya). What about you?
When I got home I had a bowl of greek yogurt with apples and two raw blonde macaroons from One Lucky Duck.
I’m down to the very last of my OLD goodies. :( Guess it’s time for another order.
While I was licking the bowl, I heard voices outside so Kyle and I went out to meet our neighbors. Yea!! They are so nice. Young and fun and friendly. I already know more about them than anyone in our entire apartment complex in NYC combined. Typical East Coast/West Coast story.
At this point it was 3 pm and the sun was beckoning us…beach vs. exercise.
In the end, I didn’t want to break my streak of beach days (6 in a row!), so I abandoned the idea of squeezing in a workout before dinner, and instead headed to the water with my beau.
Me + sand + sun + the sound of crashing waves = peace.
For dinner, Kyle and I took my friend to dinner for a belated birthday celebration.
We’ve been eyeing Blue Plate (on Montana Ave & 14th Street) for a while. It’s within walking distance of our apartment, the menu looked fresh with variety for both vegans and meat eaters.
As we browsed the menu, the waiter arrived with a little app for us to nibble on.
Full disclosure, I didn’t try the dip because my taste testers confirmed that there was garlic in it. :P I had a crispy toast chip though, which was delightfully salty.
For dinner, Kyle got the fish tacos.
His notes are as follows: delicious tortillas, standard, but well executed. Thank you Tom Colicchio.
Alene got the soup/wrap combo. Starting with a roasted tomato soup.
Plus some floaters…
It was lacking salt, but she polished it off nonetheless.
For the wrap portion of the meal, she got the tuna wrap without sprouts…plus pickles and balsamic dressing on the side.
Apparently the sprouts remind her of hair…I’m not so sure I disagree with her, but it’s certainly an odd thing to think of out of the blue. I actually love sprouts myself, especially when there’s avocado involved…the avo all mashed up in it…yummmmm.
Speaking of sprouts and avocado…
I ordered a meal that definitely penetrated the top tier of my dining experiences. And as far as restaurant salads are concerned, perhaps top ten even (?!?). Since I was in major indecisive mode – wavering between two very delicious looking orders – I combined both. Allow me to present the falafel burger on top of a garden salad. Falafel burger?! Was this concept invented just for me? I was in love with the idea, but wasn’t sold on the (plain white) bun (meh). The waiter was beyond willing to accommodate when I asked if I could get it atop a salad. Friendly and helpful staff makes eating out so much more enjoyable.
Maybe you can’t tell the size from this picture…how about an object for reference. A ringed finger perhaps?
Yes. That falafel is (was) the size of my hand.
Psssh. You know it. Remember that whole moderation thing I was talking about above? Yeahhh, about that.
While I nursed my food baby, Kyle and Alene browsed the dessert menu.
Well, it was her birthday dinner after all.
Red velvet cake.
Double fudge brownie with vanilla ice cream and caramel sauce.
Beautiful as these desserts looked, they would have sent my tender vegan stomach into a state of shock (followed by a state of rejection). They both did an impressive number on each…but a few bites remained behind. Alene did ask to be rolled home, though, so I know she was out of commission. And Kyle definitely pulled his weight too, so I guess Blue Plate’s portions are just large and in charge, end of story.
All in all, the weekend rocked. Wouldn’t you agree? Back to work on the apartment tomorrow.