New shoes!

I took the day off of work and am really glad that I did- I’ve gotten a ton of things done!

I started out my day by hanging some of my art on the walls.  For some reason I’m always really good about unpacking my stuff when I move into a new place but get stuck when I start trying to decorate.  Maybe I’m afraid of the commitment- I pains me to put nails through the wall.  It’s weird, I’m aware.  Moving on.

I then headed out for a sweaty run.  I tried to get myself out the door early enough so that I’d miss the heat but that was  a big fail- I didn’t leave until it was almost 9!  I still managed to run about 5 1/4 miles in about 50 minutes.  I’ll take it.

I ate some of this to refuel:

And then I realized that I was being incredibly lazy so I picked up a knife and turned that watermelon into this:

Muuuch more civilized.  I also ate one of these:

Because no matter how old I get, string cheese never ceases to entertain me.  I like to see how many perfect “strands” of cheese I can get out of the stick (for the record, a “perfect” strand is one that doesn’t taper off toward the end but stays nice and even from top to bottom).  Does anyone else do this?  Am I alone?  Should I stop talking about string cheese??

I then went for a professional running shoe fitting at Fleet Feet.  I love this store!  When you walk in, you pull a number (“like a deli”, as I overheard an employee say to a customer who looked somewhat befuddled) and when it’s your turn, one of the associates sits down with you and discusses what kind of runner you are (recreational, triathlete, marathoner) and pulls a “test shoe” for you to try on.  Then they put you on a treadmill and watch you run for a few seconds to check out your gait and whether you pronate/supinate, etc.  Once they have sussed out your style they pull a bunch of shoes and you can run/walk some more and choose your favorite!  They also fitted me with some inserts for my flattt feet.  And the best part is that the fitting is free!  This is the pair I walked away with:

Saucony Progrid Guide 3.  They’re fairly lightweight and flexible, but sturdy enough to give me some stability.  I heart them.

After running a few errands, I ate this:

There was actually a whole piece of bread when I started.  That’s sesame Ezekial bread with Trader Joe’s Valencia peanut butter (Kath is a fan).

This plate cracks me up.  It’s my French “calorie plate”.  It lists a whole bunch of foods and how many calories they contain.  It also says at the top (I’m translating here, bear with me): “when you’ve had too much to eat, your collar will be tight”.  Umm, apparently the author of my plate is under the impression that our stomachs are in our necks.  Someone should really set the record straight for him.  Maybe he reads my blog, so…

Dear Sir,

Your stomach is not in your neck.  It is significantly farther down.

Yours truly,

Megan

There’s a slight chance that I’ve translated this wrong, but I’m pretty confident (given that I majored in French).

It also says this:

(Pardon my crumbs).

That top part in the small type says (roughly translated):  “for a weight loss plan: no more than 1000 calories per day.  400 in the morning, 300 in the afternoon, 300 in the evening”.  Yeeeeaahhh, about that…

Maybe at the time this plate was printed there were different measurements for calories, but 1000 calories/day sounds like Bad News Bears to me.

Ah well, I’m off to do some more errands before Old St. Pat’s– one of my all-time favorite street festivals!  I can’t wait to see the Barenaked Ladies perform (yes, Dad, it’s a hilarious name for a band…very punny).

What is your least favorite part about unpacking?  Do you get stuck on decorating like I do?

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Aaaaaand…

…I’m back!

The past week has been a whirlwind of moving, sporting events and festivities.

And maybe a few beers.  How better to celebrate the birth of our nation, right??

I attended the aforementioned Cubs game on Wednesday.

The seats were great- but we lost.  Oh well, it was still a great day!  I mean, how bad could it possibly be when there are nachos involved?

Ok, so maybe they’re not “healthy”.  Jalapenos count as a vegetable, right? 😉

I was given some lovely gifts from a nice man who happened to be in Italy (he’s also known as my thoughtful boyfriend).

How pretty are they?? I love the stone mortal and pestle!  I can’t wait to buy some avocados and make guacamole.

The major development over the past week is that I officially have an apartment again!!  (there will be pictures to come once the place is totally decorated)  Thanks to my awesome parents and friends, I got all my junk moved in record time.  I then proceeded to do some more of this:

When the Bud Light is on special, what’s a girl to do but order one?

And owing to the fact that I didn’t get my butt to the grocery store, I obviously had to order out every meal, right?

Grilled buffalo chicken sammie.

Grilled chicken wrap.  Ok, so I like grilled chicken.  Did you notice?

I managed to eat some yogurt, fruit and Ezekial bread toast for breakfast most days, though, which I feel pretty darned good about.  Gets things rollin’, if you know what I mean.

I headed up to Milwaukee on the 4th for Summerfest.  If you live in the midwest and haven’t hit up Summerfest, you need to go next year.  I have to hand it to you, Milwaukeeans, you’ve got yourselves one awesome summer festival.  I highly appreciate the permanent festival grounds with REAL LIVE bathrooms and many food options.  And the fact that I found a tube of sunscreen for only $3 at the fest made my cheapskate consumer side feel nice and respected.

That’s a Lakefront Brewery Wheat Monkey Ale, a local brew.  It was lovely.  Sara P and I had an awesome time listening to the bands and people-watching (one of my all time favorite passtimes).

Yes, you’re seeing that right.  There’s a green man in that photo.  The band kept talking to him, referring to him as “hey, green man!”  I’m still not sure exactly what was going on, but it was pretty awesome nonetheless.

I also watched a little soccer (when in Rome, right?) and took in some fireworks.

From my friend Sarah S’s awesome rooftop deck.

I wrapped up the weekend with a little beach-going (I didn’t bring my camera because I am clumsy and am 100% sure that I would have gotten sunscreen all over it and/or dropped it in the sand).  I’m ready for a little detoxing now!  I think some of these are in my near future:

On that note, I’m off to bed to dream of salads and large glasses of water…

Are we there yet?

Some people are taking road trips for the 4th of July holiday, including my sister and brother-in-law and my nephews.

Other people, like me, have decided that it’s a good week to move.  You know- because it’s relaxing.  And makes me feel calm and zen-like.  Mmmmhmm.  Or something.

I started today off with a little Jillian Michaels fix.  I know some people are ambivalent about her no-nonsense, in your face approach but I love it.  I like getting my butt kicked. 🙂  I actually did her Yoga Meltdown DVD (level 1).  Those of you who know me know that I’m hardly a yoga aficionado, but when Jillian is leading the workout I’m more apt to pick it up.

Breakfast this morning is more fruit (I know, it’s shocking):

Ian (the 2 year old) ate about 1/2 of my blackberries.

I also had a plain non-fat Chobani:

I have to say, I don’t ordinarily buy the individual sized greek yogurts because I find the larger tubs to be a lot more economical, but I splurged this week because I’m moving in TWO DAYS.  I’ll be back to my cheap-ness next week.

Topped with a tablespoon or so of Trader Joe’s organic raspberry fruit spread.

I love that stuff.  They don’t use any artificial flavorings or sweetener- it’s sweetened with just grape juice (doesn’t taste like grape though!) and fruit pectin.  Makes me a happy camper.

I also yoinked a piece of turkey bacon from the kids’ breakfast:

Hey, man, fair’s fair.  You steal my blackberries, I’m stealing your bacon. (yup, that’s why I’m an aunt and not a mom at this exact moment in time.  Sometimes I still think I’m a child.  Kiddie table for me on Thanksgiving, please!)

On that note, I’m off to my big kid job.

Peace out, cub scouts.