Ice Cream Social

Isn’t it funny how every time you decide to start making more reasonable food choices (I never go on diets, but you know… I cut back occasionally when I’m starting to pop out of my clothes) something happens to completely throw you for a loop.

Today, it was an ice cream social.

The building where I work decided we all needed to get together and mingle over ice cream. They set up a booth and even played Jamaican music to set the mood.

Yes, there were even balloons. Clearly, this was the event of the season.

Now, I could have passed up the ice cream. But it looked pretty legit.

They had a delicious variety of flavors. I got butter pecan and chocolate.

At least I didn’t get fudge sauce. That’s totally cutting back, right?

And I wonder why I don’t look like Gisele in a bikini.

Lazy genes

It seems a lot of you agree with me that it’s worth being poor to live the life you want. I’m glad we’re all on the same page!

It turns out I won’t be going to Atlantic City this weekend after all, so I actually have a bit more cash flow than I thought.

This, paired with the fact that I worked until 8:30 last night, led me to a dinner that looked something like this:

Actually it looked exactly like that.

After 7 hours of not eating and stressing out, we decided that TGIFriday’s extended happy hour was in order.

I’ve long had a love affair with the Asian Potstickers from Friday’s, and at half off it was a done deal.

Appetizers for dinner really are a good choice at chain restaurants. Definitely more reasonable calorically, anyways.

I had an interesting conversation with my coworkers regarding possible future plans that would be quite exciting. Then, I went home did some yoga and crashed in bed.

The benefit to working late nights, is getting to come to work late the next day.

I had planned to use that time to get up and workout, but I ended up just sleeping in. My workout motivation has been rather iffy lately.

I must not have the workout gene. I’m not sure I really buy the exercise gene theory, but I will say I’m not entirely predisposed to working out regularly. I have to make myself do it 95% of the time.

On the other hand, I never have to make myself sleep or eat delicious food. Maybe I just have the lazy gene?

Usually this doesn’t bother me, but I’ve packed on some noticeable pounds in the past couple of months and working out should probably be on my regular to-do list. I’d say I get in 3-4 workouts per week, but they haven’t been very serious workouts. I guess I just need to step it up.

What’s your favorite appetizer to order at a restaurant?

Are your genes lazy, like mine, or super motivated?