The universe must have heard my pleas yesterday, because the Double-Os slept in ‘til 8 am this morning. Hallelujah. I made a mental note to go buy a lottery ticket – but then again, maybe the boys slept in only ’cause we unplugged their bedside clock and sealed the black out shades tight. Dark caves work wonders.
Once I sprang out of bed – yes, I’m that exuberant when I get enough sleep – I hurriedly packed their lunches for camp and made everyone breakfast. I was rushing to get to the women’s class at CrossFit Palo Alto, so I gulped down a small portion of macadamia nuts and Applegate Farms roast beef for breakfast.
As I was reminded while reading It Starts With Food, there’s no need to “fuel” your workout with a big meal beforehand because you’ve got adequate energy stores. Just gobble up a bit of protein and fat and you’re good to go. (Remember, you have until 6/23/12 at 9 pm PST to enter my giveaway to win a signed copy of the Hartwigs’ book and my socks!)
The hour at the box passed by quickly: after our directed warm-up, I practiced straight presses with Carol (who is one strong mother), and finished up with an AMRAP filled with deadlifts, push ups, and box jumps. A couple of gals rang the PR bell after the presses, which inspired me to commit to getting to the gym on a more regular basis. I’ve long used the excuse that I just can’t get to the gym during my workweek, but to be honest, I’ve never really tried to stick with a consistent schedule. I’ll experiment next week with WODing after a night shift and see how it goes.
Once the workout was done, I gobbled up a baked yam and dropped the Double-Os off at their wushu studio. Then, I was free at last. Well, for a few hours anyways.
I’d arranged another lunch date, because there’s nothing I like more than gabbing and noshing with my pals. Before heading out to eat, I met Jackie at her office to get a sneak peek at the new LunchBots products that she’s rolling out next week.
I was really excited to preview the new LunchBots Clicks with leak-proof, see-through tops. I’ve been looking for lightweight, indestructible, leak-proof stainless steel containers FOREVER. The kids and I’ll be putting them through the paces as we pack lunches, picnics, and travel fare this summer.
After I oohed and aahed at the new LunchBots line – I’m such a sucker for beautifully-designed products – the two of us met R. at Whole Foods to grab a meal. As I circled the deli counters like a vulture, I was struck by how little of the pre-made food is Paleo-friendly: most items contain sugar, canola oil, grains, and/or soy.
The best bet was to assemble my own salad at the self-serve bar: I piled veggies, chicken, and hard boiled eggs into a takeout container and drizzled on some extra virgin olive oil and balsamic vinegar.
I could definitely get used to this whole Ladies Who Lunch thing, but what’s funny is that the three of us are anything BUT. It’s amazing that we even have time to get together to eat and gab.
Before I knew it, I was reunited with the Double-Os after camp. We popped over to our house to check on the construction crew, and I’m happy to report that the floor repair is lookin’ good. A second coat of varnish will be applied tomorrow, and we should be on track to move back in on Monday after two and and a half months of exile. Unfortunately our move-in date coincides with Big-O’s surgery. Oh, well. I’m sure we’ll figure it out. After all the drama of the past year, nothing really phases us these days.
We spent the rest of the afternoon at the park with two of Big-O’s best friends. While the boys climbed and jumped off of any and everything, I caught up with some of my favorite mommies.
Since our days at the hotel are numbered, I’ve been diligently clearing out the fridge, and had nothing left to cook up for dinner. Okay, that was a blatant lie. We actually have TONS of food stuffed into our icebox, but the fridge’s temperature setting is completely out of whack. Everything’s been frozen solid.
We stopped at a local Mexican joint in the neighboring town for supper. I don’t even want to mention where because the food was mediocre and the service was awful.
My hubby and I split the grilled spicy prawns…
…and carne asada…
…and the boys split a platter of carnitas.
We asked the server to hold the rice, beans, cheese, and tortillas, but he ignored our request. As you can imagine, the resulting platters that arrived were heaping with stuff we didn’t want – all of which crowded out the tiny portions of meat.
I was still hungry when I got back to the hotel. I *may* have topped off with some mac nuts and dark chocolate, but hey: sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do.
