Do you think people who give out parking tickets enjoying doing it or absolutely hate it? I always wonder that. Especially when I see someone give me a parking ticket. No, I know I asked for it, but I still wonder what they’re thinking while they give the ticket. That job would make me real sad.
So this weekend, I really did….nothing. I stayed in Friday night. I stayed in Saturday night. And then I went to the lake on Sunday and didn’t even really get in the water. Wtf? I slightly feel like I wasted a weekend, BUT I don’t feel like getting wasted. You get what I’m throwin’ out there? Well, the more I live my life not competing in CrossFit and not trying to live a completely strict life, the less I like to drink that much. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love to have some wine sometimes and get a little crazy from time to time, with nights resulting in a sweaty dance floor. But, I really hate feeling depressed after drinking. And, obviously, that’s what alcohol is. A depressant. I just feel super bloated after drinking. Which is weird, since I remember feeling super skinny and dehydrated in college after a week of binge drinking. How things change.
Anywho, I’m in this weird stage of my life that either my friends are going out and getting trashed or staying in with their significant others. But I don’t want to get trashed. And I still want to hang out with my friends. But drunk people are annoying. And they peer pressure you into drinking. Or just peer pressure you into feeling guilty about not drinking. I don’t know. It’s all just very frustrating. Why doesn’t everyone else feel bloated and depressed after drinking and want to stop like I do? Am I the only one out there that likes to be sober and get up the next day to have a positive day? I love positivity. And bloated Juli is not a positive Juli. #factoftheday. I just feel boring. I hate being boring. I’ve been told that I need to find “balance” and I obviously have not found it yet. #rantofthedayisover.
Ever wonder how many people out there are on the human growth hormone? Is that a pill or do you shoot it into your butt? I don’t really know much about it. I just know about it from guys talking about it. I wonder how many people are on it in the CrossFit community. #wonderingthoughtoftheday.
OMG. I totally want to see that new show ‘Total Divas’ on the E! channel. I don’t care what you think of me. I really don’t. But that kind of trash tv looks awwwwesome. I mean, come on. It’s about women in the WWE world. They’re attractive and fake fight each other. How can that not be interesting to watch? Their promotional commercials have totally sold me. SOLD.
Oh PS- like my doodling on my cinnamon roll balls? I’m obviously extremely talented.
- 10 dried dates, pitted
- 12 ounces cinnamon roll cracked nut butter
- ½ cup unsweetened shredded coconut
- ½ tablespoon cinnamon
- pinch of salt
- melted coconut butter, to top
- Place dried dates in a food processor and pulse until broken down.
- Then add nut butter, coconut, cinnamon and salt and pulse until well combined.
- Use your hands to roll small bite-size ball shapes.
- Top with melted coconut butter.
- Eat and imagine they are cinnamon rolls. They’re not, but the mind is able to do pretty cool things.
- Refrigerate leftovers. If there are any!