When I was in pharmacy school I worked at a grocery store pharmacy for 4 years. I worked with the same wonderful people day in and day out, and of course, after 4 years, we became pretty close.
Anytime I would leave for a few days, because of vacation, or a test, when I returned, as soon as I walked into the pharmacy a few of the guys would start singing, "Duh, duh-na-na, duh-nana duh-nana-nana-na, duh, duh-na-na, duh-nana duh-nana-nana-na RACH is BACK...." to the tune of ACDC's "Back in Black."
Talk about a welcoming committee.
I never realized how much running was part of me, part of my identity, until I had to take 5 months off. Of course, I loved being pregnant and the time off from running was completely worth it, but I didn't feel fully "me" without hitting the pavement / treadmill every morning.
However, yesterday as I hopped off the treadmill after running 3 miles in 31 minutes minutes, the tune of Back in Black starting playing in my head and I thought, "I am back."
Rach is back.
Breakfast - more breakfast cookies - my breakfast for the next 10 years
Lunch - quinoa cups, a nuked sweet potato and roasted green beans
Snack - greek yogurt with strawberry jam and kiwi
Dinner - another crockpot wonder - Asian glazed chicken following *this recipe* with brown rice and roasted broccoli. Dan and I were both fans.
Dessert- a new Blue Bell flavor - Mocha Almond Fudge.
Look at my serving compared to Dan's. Life isn't fair.
Thought for the day
(Thank God for my iPad and The Biggest Loser)