Clairvoyance — at the office, and also now on my wrist!

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My Coworker > Your Coworker.

My office-mate, Leslie, is just about the greatest thing ever. We’ve been resolved to eating responsibly this January, and I think she can read my thoughts. Normally, we split a can of Progresso Lite soup or something equally conscientious and responsible for lunch. This morning, I was too busy and uninspired to grab some cans from the pantry before leaving for work and was pretty sure we’d exhausted the supply she brought in last time. I decided that when lunch time came, I’d order us some light salads from the restaurant down the street. When eleven o’clock rolled around, I asked her what she’d like on a salad if I ordered in, and she said, “Oh! I forgot to tell you — I was tired of soup so I made us both some salads this morning. They’re in the fridge.” Best. Office-mate. Ever.

She’s also pretty terrific because she even puts up with me then driving her nuts asking about how many grams/teaspoons of this or that does she think she put in the salad so I can log it in my FitBit account. (She gets extra points because my whole big plate of salad and dressing turned out to be only 108 calories. And delicious.) Seriously, I take her for granted. It takes a special brand of kindness to put up with me, let alone be my friend. Leslie wins all the good karma.

MEANWHILE…I HAVE A FITBIT!

FitBit Flex

Yay for FitBits!

After pining after those sporty wristlets for over a year, I finally have a FitBit Flex to call my own. And I love it. (Mostly.) Continue reading

Why I Need “Salad Saturday”

saladThere are few things at this point in my life that I dislike as much as food prep. Considering I spent several years as a paid food blogger, this is surprising.

On the other hand, I started my old food blog when I only had one child (who still napped), wasn’t taking college courses on my lunch hours, and hadn’t adapted to a healthier way of life. Somehow food prep is more exciting when it usually begins with “warm a pat of butter over medium heat.” Chopping veggies seems more enticing when there’s a slab of bacon waiting for its turn with the knife. So it makes sense, I guess, that I’d feel a sense of loss when my hobby (cooking) became muddled with counting calories, logging meals, and calculating appropriate serving sizes.

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