Did somebody just call me a ho?! Oh, wait, I wrote that. Never mind then.
So way back on the first day of May, I declared that month to be Hello Kitty Sticker Month. To save you all from clicking on the link and reading that long-ass post, I’ll just summarize briefly here.
I put a sticker on my wall calendar for every day that I do some sort of intentional exercise. To earn a sticker, I had to do at least 30 minutes of cardio (a gym class, running or walking) or some strength training exercises (like the push-up and sit-up challenges). My goal for May was to use up the 29 remaining Hello Kitty stickers I had in my possession. So, how did I do?
I kicked ass. After my two day blip in the first full week (let’s just chalk that up to lady issues, shall we), I held strong for the rest of the month.
For June I want to kick it up a notch and have another more stringent challenge for myself in respect to both running and cross training. I’m still trying to sort that out though. If you have any ideas, let me know in the comments.
The Cock-Up Chronicles
Last night I decided to bake some oatmeal cookies for my sweet treat for the week. I made them worthwhile by adding dark chocolate chunks into the batter.
Smelling success in the air, I opened the oven door after the allotted fifteen minutes and was presented with a sight I was not quite prepared for.
My cookies had shit themselves. Almost literally.
Don’t believe me? Check out this photo.
Thank god I used parchment paper, the diaper of baking sheets.
For some reason, the chocolate I chose just decided to explode during the baking process. This has never happened to my friend who bakes a similar type of cookie. I apparently chose unwisely. Huh. You live and you learn, I guess.
On that lovely visual note, I hope you all have a great week ahead. Catch up with you when I can.