GTL. Minus the T, and the G, and Possibly the L
Good Morning, Kittens.
Just a quick update today, because nothing has really happened of consequence.
Yesterday, I didn't go to the gym. I am bad. I decided, instead, to cook enough food to last for a couple of meals.
I made a basic pasta sauce. I am thinking of following the Fabulous Lora's soup idea (which she blogged about here) with the sauce. Each day I can add something new to it until it is gone. Yay! I started with onion, yellow bell pepper, a can of diced tomatoes, and spiced it all up with Herbs de Provence. Nomz. Maybe today I'll add mushrooms! Or broccoli! Mmmmm ...
So, rather than go to the gym, I cooked and ate. Hm. Counterproductive? Perhaps.
Today, I need to do laundry. Unless our machines are still broken (or have broken again or have exploded). If the machines are non-working, I will go to the gym. See? Fit! Healthy! Yay!
But I will still have dirty clothes. Life is hard.
Have a great day!
*smooches*
As long as your gym clothes are clean, I think you'll be okay! ;-) You could always come here and do laundry. Bring Isabella, too (don't worry, the doggies have a Very Healthy Respect for kittehs - we had a Maine Coon who used to bully every dog he encountered). Just offering... ;-)
ReplyDelete-Dr. Liz (the aforementioned doggies are eyeing the frisbee with intensity...)
I love cooking meals ahead of time. It makes me like an efficient 1950s housewife.
ReplyDeleteMy laundry is completely out of control....
ReplyDeleteLaundry. I should do mine.
ReplyDeleteThe soup thing is fantastic. I'm definitely going to do that.
yay! i love your pasta idea!
ReplyDeleteDid I tell you that it actually came out of eating pasta? the short story is that when I was in high school, my mom wouldn't feed me (sob) because I had a job (neglect) and I could buy my own food.
So, I started with buttered or oiled noodles and went through the week from there. And by Friday, I had an amazing primavera with just a little bit of pasta as the base.
Necessity is the mother of all invention. Thank all that is holy that I was parented so terribly. Who knows what I would have been otherwise!