Today… I’m finally going to own it.

This past weekend I ate out five times, and I liked it. A lot.

Friday night I went to a wine tasting and ate there. Offerings included cheese and crackers, stuffed mushrooms (ew, I don’t like fungus!), and chocolate cake. The chocolate cake was bomb.

Saturday for lunch I split Hideaway pizza with my coworkers, and also had one and a half fried mozzarella sticks dipped in ranch.

That evening, I was so full from the pizza and fried goodness that I had a dinner of three beers and half a sushi roll. I fully support beer as dinner on occasion.

Sunday I got a petite vanilla scone and a latte from Starbucks as breakfast number one. I had another breakfast later, but it still counts as eating out.

Then, Sunday night I had takeout tofu tepanyaki for dinner. Oh, and I ate it on the couch while watching TV.

It was all good. Sorry, I’m not sorry.

You see, I love to cook and I love to eat healthy, but I also love to do and eat new things and cultivate new relationships and opportunities.

Sometimes that means that it’s easier to eat out.

Sometimes it means you want to eat out so you can spend more time with people you kind of like.

Sometimes it means someone is offering to buy you food, and only a fool would say no to that.

So yeah, 5 out of 7 meals this weekend were eaten out. I own it.

Oh yeah, and all of that food I ate out? Not one picture.

Sorry, I’m not sorry.

I really did used to like food blogging. It was easy, it was fun and I was decent at it.

Then, I started to open up about things that mean a little bit more to me than the food I put in my mouth and I fell in love with blogging about what I want and not only what I eat.

There will still be food on this blog, but with much less regularity.

Consider it owned.

In fact, food blogging was making me binge.

Have you ever eaten five handfuls of shredded cheddar cheese out of the package just because the attractive dinner you blogged about didn’t feel you up?

I have and it wasn’t pretty. Food blogging was great at first, but eventually it started to limit me. I know a lot of other bloggers have expressed similar experiences.

It’s just not worth it. And honestly, I’m pretty sure no one really cares that much what we’re eating.

I mean, we like to look at pretty food and all, but does it affect anyone else if we have a hamburger versus a salad for lunch?

Nope, it sure does not.

Now, I eat what makes sense for me at the time. Usually, that’s 7 to 9 small to not-so-small snacks per day and maybe one full meal.

This keeps me from eating half a jar of peanut butter later on because I ate what the blog wanted all day instead of what I wanted.

It’s owned ya’ll.

Nine times out of ten, boots will be more important to me than groceries.

So when I stumble upon that perfect pair of black flat boots that I have been envisioning in my head for over a year and never found in person, I will definitely buy them and eat peanut butter and jelly for then next two months if necessary.

This may or may not have already happened. Either way, sorry I’m not sorry.

I like fashion more than food. Totally owned.

I have not followed my marathon training plan for ummm… about three weeks now due to injury and distraction.

Okay, maybe I’m a little sorry about this one – because I’m so scared about this upcoming 26.2 mile jog that I’ve taken to wearing Depends.

However, even though I feel like total wuss, I’m going to see the doctor today to get some advice about healing up my leg so I can get back on the wagon.

Oh, and when I went online to download the forms for my appointment, I noticed that the doctor was hot, which means I definitely dressed cute today.

For that, I’m definitely sorry, I am not sorry.

Hot doctors are… hot.

Owned.

What do you own today?