Happy weekend, my loves. After a week that had me busy from 6 a.m. to 9:30 p.m every day, I’ve never been more thankful for the weekend.
Finally, I can slow down and breathe. Slowing down and breathing obviously equates to pancakes on Saturday. Who’s with me?
Cooking, waiting for a bubbling surface.
Looking good. Beautiful golden brown.
The happiest plate of the week thus far. (We'll see what date night has in store!)
One recipe, four pancakes.
Fluffy!
I used Pimp My Protein Shake’s recipe for blackberry pancakes made with coconut flour, and was wildly pleased with the results. I used frozen wild blueberries instead of blackberries, which offered sweet, warm pops of flavor throughout.
On the agenda today: gym with DM (I snuck him in the last time muhaha), post office, bank, browsing but not buying and then dinna out. Have a beautiful Saturday, all!
Ciao for now,
Kailey
Heyo! I missed you guys. But I am thisclose to falling asleep. Why?
The theme of the work week: meetings.
(But seriously.) Source
The theme of my eats: salad, protein, protein cake things, cheese, cottage cheese, cheese on cheese on cheese. (Kidding.)
The theme of my social life: nonexistent. At least for this week and next.
The theme of my after-hours activities: gym.
The theme of my emails: see above three themes.
The theme in my head: I’m tired.
I was a few seconds away from a nervous breakdown today. After work (I left at 5:15 p.m., which already makes me feel guilty— it’s too early), I drove across town to a 6 p.m. appointment. As soon as I parked the car and turned it off, POOF! Something under the hood released a pop of sound and loads of steam. I’m not good in these situations. Not at all. I called DM. I called my dad. I went to my appointment. I swapped cars with Popsicle afterward. (THANK YOU!)
I drove to the gym. Changed into clothes that had been sitting in the freezing cold all day. Had a major sourpuss on. Then I planted myself on an elliptical with beach-themed magazines (read: old), Wale, Big Sean and Waka Flocka. And within minutes, everything was OK. Exercise therapy + music therapy = the ultimate.
I didn’t get home until 9. Finished dinner at 9:35. Watched American Idol. Showered. And then, I headed to bed to start this insanity all over again. Who else feels as though they’re after-work schedule is like an entirely separate day (or should be)?
Is it the weekend yet?
Ciao for now,
Kailey
Question: What are some themes of your week thus far?
