First, Anna is already cutting her upper canines completely out of order, and that's what I get for reading Twilight while pregnant.
Second, I'm doing this race thing at the end of the month, and even though it's sort of a goof and I really just needed a reason to go to New Orleans, it's still going to showcase what ridiculously bad shape I'm in at this point. What to do? Kale for breakfast! No, wait, that wasn't a good idea. Since the only path to self-improvement I'm ever interested in is paved with gimmick, this time I decided to go with Sober October. I also started regretting that sentence after the word "Since." I'm also 95% sure Sober October was a drunken idea. Nevertheless. It rhymes, and I am doing it.
Anyway, if you see me suspiciously avoiding drinks and looking kind of fat, I swear it's not because I'm secretly pregnant. It's because I'm trying to get into good enough shape to stop any speculation that I'm secretly pregnant. Bring me some sushi and I'll prove it! I'll eat the hell out of some cold deli meat too, just because I can.
So what have I been eating? Hmm, looks like wraps, mostly.
We also did a little grilling on Saturday to accompany football-watching. For some reason I didn't get a picture of the buffalo hot dogs, but they were really good with some nice German-style mustard and caramelized onions.
|Sober October doubles as Please Eat Some Freaking Vegetables October.|
|Excellent potato salad by Emily, who understands the grossness of mayonnaise.|
|If Martha Stewart says to put a bunch of cheese in peppers, I'm not going to fight her.|
|I know pictures of pumpkin bread aren't sexy, but this stuff was fine, in the early 90's sense of that word.|
|ROLL WAVE, ROLL.|
|Weirdly, they play the kazoo with their elbows.|