Today’s Mini Goal: Call or email a friend I haven’t talked to in a while. I always feel better when I keep in touch with the people I love; it makes me happy!
I had a happy little Sunday! I hope you did too!
Started with a looonnngggg run. I was only supposed to do ten miles but for some reason I could only imagine doing two loops of Central Park, so I made it a 14 miler, with three fast miles (haha, relatively speaking) at the end. It was cold but still sweaty. I felt really strong during the second loop; it seemed like I could feel my individual muscles working. I felt powerful and lean and good! I was happy about it.
Came back and made an excellent weekend brunch. Weekend brunch is the best meal ever. What’s your favorite thing to make on weekends?
I sauteed two slices of walnut raisin bread in coconut oil. The oil gave it the perfect coconutty flavor. I heated up a chopped pear and half a chopped apple with cinnamon in the microwave. When the bread was warm and a bit crusty I topped it with the pear, part of a container of coconut yogurt and peanut butter. Heaven. In breakfast form.
Yesterday Sophia did a post about a stew that she made that reflects her name and her personality. I think that my brunch and my dinner today both reflect me! My brunch was the perfect combination of the familiar and the exotic; a new twist on an old classic. I like to think I’m a classic woman, but also very unique, although I’m not sure I have proof of this. The coconut in the breakfast added the perfect amount of sweetness and nuttiness; I’m not overwhelmingly kind or crazy, but they’re definitely there. And warm fruit with cinnamon is such a delicious, happy thing. I strive to be happy. And, of course, everything was smothered in peanut butter, which adds flavor and depth to a meal. I think I’m substantive, but also light when need be, just like peanut butter. Yum.
After inhaling this pile of deliciousness I scooted down to Union Square for some more yoga at Yoga Shala; this time with my cousin. The class wasn’t super challenging, which was just what I needed for today. Pigeon pose has never felt so good.
Ate more food with my cousin afterwards at a cute vegan cafe.
The rest of the day has been full of lots of reading, nibbling, and a bit of relaxing. Nibbles ranged from hot chocolate to dried pineapple to this masterpiece:
This, my friends, is a carrot tower and it is officially the most exciting way of eating vegetable in the entire world. My carrots were jsut sitting on my plate, and although tasty, I wanted something more. Suddenly, I thought, why not build a carrot cabin? It turned out more tower-like than cabin-like, but nonetheless, it’s pretty cool. Simply remove carrots (or vegetables of choice) one at a time and dip them in a giant pool of almond butter,
If you have kids, or if you’re just a kid-like adult, you should try this. I haven’t ever had this much fun eating my food, let alone eating healthy food!
My dinner was also special. I guess today was just a special day of eats!
Salad of random mixed greens and shoots, roasted broccoli and chayote squash, and pan seared bison steak. Topped with a sauce I made by combining about a tablespoon pumpkin butter and a teaspoon Annie’s Goddess dressing. Perfect. I have nothing else to say about this meal.
I was really happy with the “trajectory” of my weekend. I did a good job of making myself happy through the right combination of time spent with friends, time spent by myself, time spent out of my room, etc. For me, this tends to be a very delicate balance. A little too much time alone in my room and I start thinking nobody loves me; too many parties and I feel gross and overwhelmed. Does anyone else experience a similar problem? I like to have a rough outline of my weekend and plan a little bit of time with friends, but I also need to be flexible. This plan seems to work best for me.
How was your weekend? Any fun runs or events? What was the best meal?
See you guys tomorrow!
Edited to Add: Oh my God, I think I just lost my beloved jar of honey almond butter. I have looked everywhere. I don’t know how I will go on.