With AHS11 over and done, we checked out of our hotel early-ish in the morning and drove to my sister’s place in Atwater Village before heading up north. Fitbomb visited them last weekend when he was in L.A. for the CrossFit Games, but this was the first time I was able to check out their bountiful garden…
…filled with melons, tomatoes, corn, and greens.
Unlike the multi-talented folks at Paleo Comfort Foods, I SO don’t have a green thumb — and my aversion to dirt and bugs will keep it that way.
After sitting on our asses for days on end, we flirted with the idea of dropping in on the morning class at CrossFit 323, but were too thoroughly zonked. So instead, we walked over to the Atwater Village Farmers’ Market (which is just two blocks from her house!)…
…and stocked up on some olives, organic pluots, and pastured eggs from Green Jeans Ranch (only $10 for 30 eggs!).
For lunch, we queued up at Big Mista’s Barbecue stand to pick up a side of collard greens and a Bigmista Sampler to share.
Fitbomb and I scarfed down the meat and greens…
…and downed a cup of my sister’s homemade green gazpacho.
After filling our bellies with meat, we were able drive all the way back to the Bay Area without making any stops (and just nibbling on some leftover crudites while in the car) After a five-hour drive, we arrived at my in-laws place to pick up our boys and stayed for dinner. Our supper turned out to be Chinese take-out (blech!), but I suppose one vegetable-oil-drenched meal won’t kill me.
I was so happy to finally get back to Palo Alto. There’s no place like home…
I’m gonna be straight with you guys: this weekend my blogging will be intermittent and sparse since I’m gonna be fully immersed in the whole Ancestral Health Symposium experience. A girl’s gotta sleep, you know.
This morning, Fitbomb and I piled our luggage and coolers into our trusty Prius and we drove straight from Palo Alto to Los Angeles with no stops. We weren’t even tempted by the In-N-Out in Kettleman City because I’d packed a ton of Paleo snacks in our cooler.
When we arrived at our hotel, I emptied out the mini bar and restocked it with our remaining perishable foods.
Since sitting in a car for six hours was so damn exhausting, especially when you’re the passenger, I took a quick nap before meating (pun intended) Dallas, Melissa, Melicious, and Dave (Melicious’s hubby) for dinner at Animal Restaurant.
Can’t wait for the Paleo Nerdfest to begin tomorrow morning!
Yippee! It’s my last night of work! I’m thismuch closer to heading down to the Ancestral Health Symposium in L.A.!
Because I drank a large thermos of Philz Coffee with heavy cream at the beginning of my shift (ooh, baby, it’s been too long!), I wasn’t hungry at work and didn’t feel like eating my packed meals.
On my way home, I drove to Whole Foods to stock up on Paleo goodies for our car ride down to AHS. I was gloating to myself that I was able to fast at work (heavy cream notwithstanding), but then my hunger snuck up on me, hitting me like a ton of bricks. I suddenly wanted to gnaw my arm off. Let me tell you, it took nerves of steel just to make it to the cash register before devouring everything in my shopping cart.
When I finally got home, I quickly inhaled some leftover crispy cheater duck confit, sautéed spinach, and roasted spiced mushrooms.
I was beyond famished, so I also slammed down a couple of tablespoons of coconut butter and half a bar of dark chocolate. Clearly, intermittent fasting doesn’t agree with me. (I think it hates me, actually.)
Once I stuffed my belly, I played with my small fries before taking a short nap on my “flip day.” I woke up in the early afternoon, bid my in-laws adieu, and went into full-time mommy mode.
For dinner, I was too beat to make anything so I reheated a container of leftovers: Asian cauliflower fried rice and sous vide flank steak.
Before going to bed, I assembled our Paleo eats for our road trip and wrapped little gifts for the boys. To assuage our guilt for leaving them at my parents for a few days, Fitbomb and I are giving Big-O and Lil-O tiny gifts to open every night we’re gone. That way, when they rip open their last present they’ll know we’ll be home the next day.
Time to hit the sack!