It kind of makes me want to start eating breakfast again.. even though it’s more like dessert. Here’s a link to the recipe.
I didn’t have a carton of coconut milk, so I watered down the canned kind, instead. I know–shut up, it was good.
I never got to blab about all the fun stuff I’ve bought lately (mostly in Dallas).
Corssfit Deep t-shirt. I got lucky–it was the last one left.
Currant Dance Studio Crops!
A plethora of Speeds:
Coal tonka stripe with split pea trim.
Black with twinkle stars.
Angel blue CRB. Super soft. Maybe too soft for bar muscle ups… I get to the top like ‘HA! Look at me, I made it!! Oh, wait, DON’T look at me! My tank top is still somewhere down there wrapped around the bar.”
I made cauliflower mashed potatoes again. I also ended up eating *real* potatoes last night at dinner…In my defense, I purposefully went on a binge because I’m about to be really good for the next 6 weeks. I am not officially doing the “LuRong” challenge, but I will be a lot more strict on my diet for the next 6 weeks. My faux-tatoes have butter in them. And my salad for lunch today has feta. And I think there are legumes in my mixed veggies. I suck at Paleo.
I’d also like to confess that I drank a margarita last night and ate a wedding cake concrete from Shake’s.
If I was asked to become super fat and unhealthy (for a large sum of money or something), that is exactly how I would do it. It had cake and icing mixed in and these little crunchy icing sugar balls on top.
I love kettleballs.
Some sort of magic hybrid apple that is both ridiculously sweet and crunchy at the same time.
This one got quit a few likes:
I worked on clean and jerks and rope climbs this morning. My hands feel like I tried to open a jar of peanut butter for about 2 hours straight. I climbed the fat rope about 6 or 7 times, but the little brown ropes are way harder for some reason. Moar practice. I just tried to use “moar” in a sentence.