Salad

My friend Jessica Clark has this great blog where she posts these great, funny, and often deep posts 5 days a week. I love reading it, and as I sat down today I thought, “I need a good, Jessica-type post”. The only thing I could think was: I ate salad twice yesterday.

Those two things are in no way connected. I guess that means this won’t be a very Jessica-like post. Then I thought, I could post about the poop that has filled (literally) my mornings lately. But poop is really for videos.

Then I thought, I could post about how Riker slept through the night, and instead of nursing three times in the night, I didn’t nurse at all, and at 5:30 I woke up in so much pain it felt like my armpits were swollen. But that would involve using the word nipples, most likely, and that grosses out my dad.

I paid bills and watched netflix, had coffee with my lovely chiropractor/friend. But we mostly juggled babies and talked about life. Not very publicly entertaining, unless you like talking about public schools and doing awful detox’s that make your head hurt.

I could tell you about the cute new shoes I bought on date night, but without pictures that’s not very entertaining, and I don’t really feel like going downstairs and taking a picture.

So, back to salad. I have to eat healthier, and since Michael, friend and house-mate eats a lot of veggies, we had a big bowl of salad in the fridge left over from dinner. So, instead of eating m&m’s, I ate salad. I felt very happy with myself, and rewarded my good food choice with extra pre-bed m&m’s. But the salad cancels those out, right?!

Today I shall go to Starbucks and procure espresso, which will hopefully be ground correcctly, and then take the boys for a walk, because my butt isn’t going to get any smaller sitting here typing blog posts that aren’t concise.

Salad. Shoes. Shaping up.

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About Jennifer James

I'm a full time mom who works full time. I'm a painter, a dreamer, and a believer that the most feminist thing you can do is adore your femininity. I say what I think, when it's appropriate for sharing. I write when I feel like I have something to say. I love always.

4 thoughts on “Salad

  1. Erika- You are an angel. I am 29 pounds away from the nominal weight for my height. But instead of having one fat area, I am thickly coated with blubber, like a seal. A sleek, jiggly seal. 🙂

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