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

when life gives you lemons.

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i violated rule number one, fell into temptation, couldn’t resist, the cardinal sin, the fail of all fails. yep. i cheated.

i ate a piece of cake, that wasn’t even remotely close to being vegan. like in order to make it vegan, it would have been stripped of all it’s creamy, fluffy, sugary, milky, cakey goodness that it was and it would have been left as a pile of weird…flour. not even flour…dust.

whoops?

hello, my name is hypocrite. nice to meet you.

i’ve talked about my vegan-ness here and again there and all of the recipes right here are also vegan. and if you read through those posts, you’ll notice that my daydream was usually about pizza. so even i surprised myself with my inhumane, inhaling of this cake. and a quick apology to my coworkers who probably thought i turned into some beast as i snorted and shoveled food into my mouth. ugh.

i’m shaking my head in disappointment right now.

lemon cake is my jam. but. did it satisy me? nope. did it taste good? no! sub-par at best….do i want to eat it again? nah…this whole guilt thing is not the business. not to mention i’ve been on a work out binge and this is a slight set back in the “wanting to see results department”. my little moment of weakness puts me in between there and the “pants don’t fit ya” department.

stupid bastard lemon cake.

point of this is, you’re going to have ups and downs. and you’re going to eff up every now and again. but it’s what you do after that slip up, that really defines who you are and where you stand with your lifestyle. no one is perfect. we all have moments.

what did i do after my moment of weakness? well. to be honest. i had three more moments of weakness. don’t judge me.

maybe, when life gives you lemon cake, don’t eat it.

love x,

skinny ginger