Hi guys! Hope you’re having a great Monday. Yes, I see the irony of that sentence, but not when every day is a Friday! (By the way – I started the audio book yesterday and I’m loving it already.)
This morning after training, I rushed home to cook up a delicious breakfast for Shane and myself. Shane’s working from home today since he worked overnight on Saturday, so I thought I’d make his favorite – cheesy eggs and (organic) pork breakfast sausage – for him, and cheesy eggs and avocado for me!
We both enjoyed half a grapefruit with a sprinkle of stevia on the side.
A couple hours of cleaning later, (Sundays are usually for cleaning but between yesterday’s baby shower and football festivities, it slipped by the wayside) I tackled a kick-bootay workout. Workout A, Stage 3 in New Rules of Lifting for Abs in no. joke. Core work, power exercises, heavy lifting, and metabolic work. That’s all I’ll say about that.
Now I’m watching the gym for a few hours for the owner and catching up on your all’s blogs Since I’ll be gone for the hours over lunch, I packed it up and took it with me:
full fat Fage Greek yogurt w/ mango chunks, broccoli slaw pasta, muscle milk for post-workout shake, and a larabar.
Ugh. So I have a confession. It’s totally random because I hadn’t even planned on telling you guys today. But, this is my blog and I’m here to be completely honest with ya’ll.
Bah. It’s even hard for me to write!!!!
I ate some meat…on purpose. I had a few pieces of Shane’s breakfast sausage this morning. (You can read about my ventures, reasons, and evolutions in vegetarianism here, here, and here.) I feel like such a hypocrite because I was all “oh I’ll never eat a mammal again in my whole entire life!!!!!” And then I did. But! There’s a but. There’s always a but, right?
But, here’s how it went down. The only meat I’ve been buying to cook for Shane has been ethically raised, grass-fed (for beef,) and organic.
(side note: does anyone else picture slabs of beef on grassy fields when you hear “grass-fed beef?” No? Just me?)
Today when I was cooking Shane’s pork sausage, I thought it smelled so. dang. good. I was salivating over it while cooking it. Then when I went to go wash the pan I saw there were a few pieces left, and, well, I ate them. And it tasted fantastic.
My reasoning was that at yesterday’s baby shower I accidentally ate a piece of bacon (it was in a dip I was told was vegetarian) so I had already “slipped.” Obviously that was just an excuse and the real reason was I just wanted the dang pork.
So there it is – my confession. Don’t hate on me!
What does this mean? Honestly, I don’t know. I know for sure I won’t be ordering meat at restaurants or even start eating meat regularly. But if I’m really craving some organic, ethically raised meat that I’m cooking Shane, I’m probably going to have some.