After wasting a lifetime chasing quick fixes, I finally put my big girl pants on and took accountability for my health. I exercised every single day of 2013. And it didn't kill me. So now I'm continuing my journey of well-being into 2014. Please join me!
It looked iffy yesterday. Issues with my scheduled flights to Vegas meant a mad scramble at the airport to rebook. I was going to arrive last night come hell or high water. Even though several United gate agents, telephone-based staff and Air Canada customer service reps seemed determined to slow me down.
Mission accomplished. I arrived at the condo around 1:00 am local time, exhausted but delighted to be home.
This morning I woke up famished. Even though the clock said 6:30 am, my body knew it was really 9:30, and it demanded nourishment.
Optimistically, I approached the fridge.
And this is what I found inside.
Three different types of beer, half a bottle of Jack Daniels Honey, Premixed Margarita, 2 bottles of Clamato (for my Bloody Caesars), 1 mickey of Vodka, 5 mini bottles of flavoured vodka, a carton of low sodium vegetable stock and various condiments.
I moved on to one of the cupboards and found this.
Various hard liquor, cordials and more mixers.
This didn’t bode well for breakfast choices.
But then the real shock of shocks.
Whoa! There are way too many open spaces in my wine fridge. Especially when I see that 3 of those precious spots are occupied by whites (yawn) and 1 by a rosé (meh).
Forget breakfast. I have some restocking to do. And sadly, since that restocking includes food, this means a trip to the evil empire, Whole Foods. Why am I so excited?
p.s. This little jewel just needed to be shared, following yesterday’s post on the sometimes ridiculousness of the yoga culture.