Sunday is…

waking up before your alarm. ten minutes to nine. first stop: kitchen. waffles, with the neighbor. attempted Amish Friendship bread: failure leading to tomato, onion, cheese omelet. one failed waffle. five good ones. bacon. breakfast as a family, four become one. dishes with your boyfriend. a clean kitchen. house alone. breathe in, breathe out. smooth legs, smooth summer sun. strapping your yoga mat to your b a c k. a bike ride. yoga. s t r e t c h i n g. triangle pose. raise your hand if you’re having fun. giggles abound. Brett Dennen and Alex Murdoch. Amoeba music. Five new CDS. Matt Nathanson, times two. Joshua Radin. Carbon Leaf. Lady Antebellum. Love.  b a c k o n y o u r b i k e. home. a quiet house. Barbara Kingslover. finally finishing Animal, Vegetable, Miracle. summer sun still high. peppermint tea. sweatshirts. photos uploaded. PW Challenge ready to be tackled. three more recipes. hours with a friend who can make me giggle when giggling seems a cardinal sin.

life and love, all messy, most of the time.

Cotugno Style: Rules to Live By

Katie made some rules to live by.

Here are 10 of my own, reposted from her comments.

1. If you look at the phone, and you don’t want to answer it, don’t. Chances are if you answer it, you’ll be annoyed the rest of the day.

2. Unless it’s me. Then answer. (Because I usually have something important to tell you, about friends, family, Hanson, or a fruit/veggie I just discovered.)

3. Drink water. Often.

4. If you are in the bathroom in public, check to make sure there is toilet paper.

5. You will never read every magazine you want to cover to cover. Let it go.

6. Ditto to books.

7. If you find someone that makes a good sandwich, don’t move too far from them. That way, you always know a good sandwich is just a phone call away.

8. Ditto, to vodka sodas with lime.

9. Love your family.

10. If you get overwhelmed, write your worries down. Do it with a friend. With multi colored markers. Discuss them if need be. Rip them up. Breathe deep. Toss em.

My sleep cycle…

So yesterday Liz was telling me about this application called “Sleep Cycle” that tracks your sleep cycle (I know, not obvious or anything) and then wakes you up at the lightest part of your sleep, so you wake up feeling refreshed. It also graphs your sleep pattern, and then shows you when you get up. Downside? You have to leave it plugged in all night, and leave the screen “on” so that it works. Also, if you’re like me and flail, you may or may not through it off your bed in the morning. And, if you sleep with someone else, and they bumble around a lot, they can potentially throw your graph off, as we learned when Jeff and I tested it last night by having him move around. But, I think it’s pretty accurate. Upside? It’ll email you your graph, if you’d like, which yes, I would, thank you very much.

It woke me up this morning at 6:13 am, and even said “Good morning!” on it, which was nice. I ended up ignoring it and sleeping until 6:40 (Corelyn had an appointment this morning, so I didn’t have to get up) but we’ll see how it goes the rest of the week.

From the app:

Went to bed / woke up: 10:16 PM / 6:13 AM
Total time: 7h 56m

"49 grams of fat?! I eat that as a snack!"

As Jeff and I are still working on our eating out 2 week challenge (which has been extended until Thursday because of some outside interference) I went to Trader Joe’s the other day with Liz to get a lunch. I wasn’t really in the mood for any of their salads, and I was sick of sandwiches, so I looked at the Middle East Feast. With falafel, hummus, and pita, you can’t really go wrong. Since I’ve been watching my sodium intake right there with Jeff, I decided to check the sodium content.

(I took a picture of the back, too, but I’ll spare you a blurry photo.)

I didn’t get to the sodium. Because the FAT was 49 GRAMS. 49. FOUR NINE. FORTY NINE.  To which I proclaimed, “LIZ. FORTY NINE GRAMS?! I eat that as a snack!” Needless to say, I put the Middle East Feast down, and will never again be eating it as a snack and going merrily on my way. I got a salad that day, and it tasted just fine.  This challenge has really got me paying attention. If I hadn’t even noticed how bad something was for me that HAD the nutritional values, imagine how bad things are when I eat out and have no idea! The prospect of eating what I think is “healthy” and having it be 75% of my daily value of fat makes me feel unwashed.

Something tells me this challenge is going to last longer than I intended…

Good morning, Tuesday. Coffee?

This morning, I got up early to help Corelyn get motivated. 6:10 rolled around, and my iPhone started playing Finlay MacDonald (imagine bagpipes at 6:11 am) and I begrudgingly got out of bed. I texted Cor, and proceeded to get the following things done:

– made coffee

-put dishes away

-cleaned the drying rack (does your drying rack ever get just gross? mine does…)

-cleaned dishes from last night’s dinner

-googled how to sanitize my sponge

-sanitized my sponge in the micro (only use of the micro I actually approve of)

-chatted with Corelyn for a few minutes about our evening plans

-wiped down the counters

-prepared/drank an Airborne

-sewed a hole in my sweater (because once I had it on I refused to take it off)

-put a run in my tights (which I then discreetly hid by rotating said run in)

-checked the weather, discovered ran is on its way

-made oatmeal

-packed breakfast/snacks/lunch

-packed gym clothes

-left 15 minutes early, arriving at work early, coffee FOR ONCE in hand.

Maybe I should get up an hour earlier EVERY day…

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