indecisive

im trying to type something up while looking in the oven every five seconds. i dropped five sprouts to the very bottom of the oven while it was piping hot and i am now terrified that they’ve burst in huge brussel flames. like, im going to open it in a few hours and 100 foot flames are going to leap from the depths of the stupid oven.

overreacting? never!

brussel sprout candle lit dinner, party of one.

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for brussel sprouts — heat oven to 400 degrees, cut off the stems of sprouts and cut in half if they’re huge. drizzle some olive oil all over so each are lightly coated, sprinkle some sea salt and pepper and cayenne pepper if you like spicy, or lemon if you’d like refreshing… if desired. spread sprouts over baking pan and cook for approx 30 min, or until crispy. enjoy!!

anyway. holidays mean work has been a whirlwind of sugary treats and stress since early november. and like any girl/human, free food is the best food. get out of my way. i’ve always been okay with a little indulgence here any there. maybe the word BALANCE would be more appropriate. but i swear, if i eat another piece of pizza, see another piece of sees candy,  have another contractor bring me a cake, i’m going to burst into diabetes. i feel like im getting winded by just riding the elevator up to our suite, when all i’m doing is standing still.

i have moved passed the feeling of extreme body hatred, to sitting pretty with just being healthy. i can’t say i’ve been totally vegan, but have consistently found myself falling back into the groove of zero animal products when cooking for myself. actually, i haven’t been completely healthy either, but as i said before…a little indulgence works. i am human after all.

i haven’t quite brought myself back to the mindset of eating meat. i just…can’t. i’ve totally conditioned myself to not wanting it, at all. i don’t miss it, and don’t crave it. so i would imagine i’m in the clear. i can’t say i’ll never eat it again; that’s the beautiful thing of a “diet”, you can change it to fit you. you eat food, eat what you like, healthy. and that’s what’s important.

so while i attempt to finish this plate of brussel sprouts, and wash it down with a beautiful merlot i was so graciously gifted, i am going to remind myself that i do my best. i am no where near perfect. but i feel good, and that’s what’s important.

so while i float in between a vegan, vegetarian, i don’t even know, cloud………i’m totally going to eat some ice cream from 7-11. #budgetbabe

love x,

skinny ginger

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nightly wine. not to be confused with whine.

it’s friday night and i have a totally empty apartment. seriously. this does not happen. all bets are off tonight. i’m drinking wine from the bottle, and eating pasta. and by eating, i mean scarfing down my (second) heaping bowl of pasta. i’m also decorating. woooo party animal!
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so tonight, i was walking into CVS to buy some red wine (winning, i know. #dontjudge) and this man turns around and practically yells at me “you’re dangerous!” i stopped dead in my tracks. i am not good with this type of thing. i am the most awkward creature on the planet when people approach me, talk to me, anything really. ha.  not to mention, i was soaked. it is still raining in san diego, and i happened to be walking out of a target when the downpour started, awesome. he continues with “a redhead with striking eyes, and beautiful hair!” still yelling at me, sir. “just gorgeous, just perfect. dangerous!” finally, i found my words and said thank you and practically ran the opposite way. oh, and the cashier told me after that his wife was standing at the checkout while he was yelling at me. great.
why am i so awkward?
so, yelling mystery man, thank you for yelling your compliment AT me, with your wife paying for your whatevers, and while i tried to covertly run into a CVS on my raging friday night for some seriously delish $7.19 wine. i just want to drink all the wine. all the time.
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anyway. i got slapped with a dose of reality tonight. i decided to go christmas shopping tonight in hopes of finishing it by christmas this year (hence the wine craving) but cut it short because i was just so stoked to get home knowing it was empty and knowing i could watch my crap reality tv — aka real housewives of somewhere — with no judgment. don’t get me wrong, i love my lively apartment, noise, sport, etc. but sometimes a girl’s gotta have a little me time.
i pour my wine, heat up another bowl of this junk, wash off my face mask, and sit down to turn on my bad reality tv but subconsciously turn on sportscenter. stare at the tv. stare at the remote. look around thinking someone is playing a joke on me and realize, i turned it on. after all of my daydreaming all day about what episode of real housewives i was going to watch, i turn on ESPN. it’s still on, by the way. and i’m enjoying it.
and now, after finishing this wine, i’m craving for someone to run out of their room and ask me questions on how to spell things, and if there’s a Clippers game on.
if you can’t beat em, join em right? happy holidays lovelies xx
(post about my lively apartment coming soon. post also about fitness/health which this should be about, coming soon. MORE COMING SOON DAMMIT)
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love x,
skinny (drunk?) ginger.