mmm, real food

Today is the first day since Saturday that I haven't wanted to shove a knife in my stomach and just end the damn rumbly tumbly pain. I'd managed to catch some pesky stomach bug and let me tell you, it has been oh-so-very less than pleasant. Eating just about anything caused my stomach to feel all sorts of wonky (in the bad way), so for the past few days, I've had that permanently-hungry-yet-can't-really-eat-much feeling.

Finally, today, I feel back to normal and can once again, enjoy what I'm eating. So, for today, I've allowed myself to eat whatever the fuck I want.

That means for breakfast, I had two bacon wraps from Dunkin' Donuts. For lunch, I had a Kobe beef burger with blue cheese and bacon. And right now, I'm about to eat these. Remember these? I don't eat an awful lot of candy but if someone gave me a bazillion of these tasty little bastards, I'm fairly certain I could eat every last one.

 

But I don't have a bazillion Bottle Caps. So, I'm only going to eat these three here.

A salad for dinner probably won't hurt.

so long, farewell

For tonight's dinner, I'll be having a ginormous healthy salad, chock full of eggs and chicken and all that good protein-heavy stuff.

Because for this morning's breakfast, I'm having apple cider and a gluten-free almond raspberry breakfast cake; a.k.a. carb-o-rama.

Fall is here, which means the Farmers Market at Daley Plaza is on its way out. So, until summer returns, awesome market, I bid you adieu.

The title of this post is from one of the most adorable scenes the cinema ever did see.

sustenance for both the body and the soul

My lunch routine is usually quite...well, routine. I escape with two of my favourite my co-workers, we talk about stuff, we eat, we return to work. I thoroughly enjoy the company of said co-workers and look forward to getting out of the office everyday come 11:30.

But, I've gotta say that I do so adore my occasional chance to have a solitary lunch.

I'm taking a short breather from The Great Harry Potter Re-Read (I *will* finish the series this time. I *will* finish the series this time.) and after only fifty pages, am completely in love with David Nicholls's One Day.

The cup behind it is the cup from which I devoured what will from here forth be known as The Best Fucking Smoothie Ever™. The desire to go somewhere other than our usual lunchtime haunts had me scouring the web this morning for a new healthy-enough spot to try out and I stumbled across Protein Bar; a place I'd never heard of and is conveniently located a few blocks away. Please note: should any of you who may visit my fair city (and me!) also have the desire to see the Sears Tower (Willis Tower...whatevs), I'll be dragging you to this place because it is directly across the street.

After indulging in my Virgo tendencies and deciding from their online menu what I wanted (for the most part), I ventured over and returned with a cranberry walnut salad for my dinner at the hotline tonight and a smoothie for lunch.

I can now, without reservation, tell you that the Wrigley Peeled is a chocolate protein (you can choose from whey, soy, or egg), almond milk (you can choose from the usuals, soy, or almond), all-natural peanut butter, fresh banana, and agave nectar party in my mouth.

Thank you, my lunchtime companions, for taking the day off.