Peter Pan


I don’t know about you but I’m always looking for ways to justify doing what I want to do versus what I should do.  And I always make up reasons for why certain days should be deemed “special occasion days” (days that are dedicated to doing whatever the hell I want).

Here are a few examples of circumstances that will cause me to believe that I deserve a self imposed holiday…

a) It’s cloudy, rainy or snowy outside.

b) I’ve been prevented from getting a good night’s sleep the night before.

c) I’ve accomplished something that I didn’t want to do (ie. written a term paper)

d) I’m in a bad mood.

e) I’m in a good mood.

f) I have a headache.

g) Any day the weather is particularly delightful.

h) When I hear Christmas music on the radio for the first time.

i) A movie is released based on a book series that I have devoted my life to.

j) Any time I get caught breaking the law (i.e. a parking ticket).

There are more circumstances that may come about but when these things happen I feel entitled to something a little special, a treat if you will. Sometimes it’s to make me feel better, other times it’s to celebrate how great I feel.

This is my way of living out that childhood fantasy of what it’s like to be an adult. The one I swore I would live out in a fit of childish fury back in 1985 on a day that I didn’t get my way. It’s the fantasy I clung to as I packed my most prized possessions in my snoopy suitcase and ran away… down the street… until I got bored and cold and realized that my neighbor’s tree wasn’t as comfortable as I had envisioned. The fantasy I threw in my parents face when I walked back through the door to see them wearing their “We knew you would come back” smirk.


That’s the one I still cling to even though it’s become blatantly clear that I’ve been tricked somehow because adulthood hasn’t really panned out the way I had planned.

Today was one of those days.  It is classified under circumstance (b) lack of sleep. I needed to have a special occasion day to make up for my inability to sleep through the night the previous three nights due to demands made by my toddler.

My options are limited so I usually do what I want in the form of sabotaging any healthy habits I may have acquired. But today, I went old school instead and ran away…


Only this time I didn’t pack my snoopy suitcase and try to live in a tree.

I didn’t really want to go for a run. I was tired but I knew that once I got out and started moving I would feel better. The first mile is always the hardest for me. I feel like I’m running on wooden legs until finally the endorphins kick in and I find my stride.

As I ran along minding my own business I saw an old man come toward me on roller blades. He looked familiar and then I realized that he’s my unspoken friend that I always wave and smile at when I pass him on the path. He’s usually walking but apparently he decided to spice things up a bit by upgrading to roller blades. He has to be at least 80 and the first time we passed each other he gave me a thumbs up and a big grin. The second time he blew me a kiss. If any other person had done that I would have been thoroughly creeped out but this guy was just living it up and just couldn’t contain himself. When you run into someone like that you can’t help but get caught up in their enthusiasm.

When I ran into him on that running path today I got what I was looking for, something special in the midst of an ordinary day. A living replica of how you should live in the form of an overly flirtatious old man who refuses to stop doing whatever the hell he wants… a real life Peter Pan.

Hansel and Gretel

hansel and gretel

I feel like I have been stuck in a fairy tale. Have you actually read an old school fairy tale? They’re demented and scary as hell, the stuff nightmares are made of.

Of all of the tales out there I felt like Hansel and Gretel the most. I’ve been lost in the woods looking for a big house made of candy. Then I got trapped and was forced to eat until my fingers got chubby. The only problem was that I was the witch in this story as well.

How I got so lost in the first place is a complete mystery to me and why I veered off of the path that was making me so happy is an even bigger question.

I got stuck in that mystical place of, “I’ll start tomorrow… tomorrow… tomorrow…”  My brain was like a whirlpool whipping around and around pulling me down. It’s crazy how your brain can get in the way of your own best interests.

But guess what! Today was the day I found my way out of the woods… or the whirl pool… or the refrigerator. (Keep up with my analogies!)

I’m back to me again (the healthy me) and it all simply started with a healthy breakfast.


Oatmeal microwaved in a left over peanut butter jar with bananas and chia seeds. Yum.


Then after my morning walk with the munchkin I watered the garden and discovered that I have a TON of zucchini that need to be eaten. You may not be able to tell in this picture but these suckers are huge!

This has prompted me to look up zucchini recipes. Skinnytaste has so many options to choose from. She has a whole Pinterest board dedicated to it here.  I’ve tried a few of the recipes and so far and they are winners.

But my one of my go to recipes for tricking Bridget to eat her veggies is zucchini “crab” cakes.

zucchini crab cakes

I always conveniently forgot to mention the zucchini part whenever I served these to Bridget. She never noticed even though they were full of zucchini. If you click on the link above the recipe tells you to fry these in 1/2 c of oil but that’s not necessary. They are perfectly tasty just sprayed with a little cooking spray and sautéed in a pan at med-high heat or you could spray them with spray and cooking them in the oven at 450 until crispy on top.

That is what I plan on doing tonight served with pan seared fish with fresh lemon.

Why is it that I always forget how yummy eating healthy can be?

Now last week I told you I was invited to do a blogger challenge where I logged into a sight and tried workouts and recipes. At Fit Women’s Weekly Taylor has a plethora of workouts and recipes that you can try. The workouts are intense and can burn some serious fat and she also provides full meal plans for you as well.

I was super excited about it and wanted to post the workouts on the blog to share with you all. Then I realized that it took a damn hour to study the workout and then share it with you so that you could simply understand what it was asking you to do. Penelope is down to one nap a day and honestly I have other things I would rather blog about.

The workouts are great but they require too much counting and timing. My workout time is sacred to me, it’s my alone time and I’m fortunate to have a hottie hubby who is also a personal trainer. He does all of the counting and timing for me. So why would I want to do it myself?

Honestly, it’s kind of cramping my style. This blog is all about being honest and we all know I’m a brat. I do what I want and I don’t want to do that.

However, I can see how this would be a great starting point for when you have just started your journey and you seriously just need someone to tell you what to do. It eliminates any confusion you may have on where to start.

Also, don’t like being told what to do. Duh… I told you, I’m a brat!

That being said, I’m not posting her workouts because I intend to spend all of that typing time on making some yummy zucchini bread muffins for the girl’s breakfast tomorrow instead.


The more time I spend in the kitchen cooking the more weight I tend to lose. Weird, huh? I think it’s because I’m fully aware of every ingredient that is going into my body. I’ll be making zucchini lasagna when Brent gets home from work.


This weight loss business sure is tasty! How could I have forgotten?!