my less serious day: death by salad

Some people risk death for drug addictions. I risk death for over-topped salad beasts.
 

Wearing.

Dress: Loft; cardigan: Gap; pumps: Miz Mooz.

Doing.

This morning I hit my at-home stationary bike for a 35-minute ramp interval ride followed by a short walk with the pup. Despite my troubled tummy, I have really been enjoying ditching work early and hitting double afternoon workouts at least once a week: a 45-minute spin class followed by a 60-minute Body Pump class.

Eating.

Breakfast was a bowl of Kellogg's All Bran, Cheerios, Chocolate Chex, banana, and cow's milk.

Mid-morning snack was this ripe banana. 

This salad just looks like trouble, doesn't it? At the time it seemed like a brilliant idea. Romaine lettuce topped with tomatoes, portobello mushrooms, carrots, sharp cheddar cheese, leftover bbq chicken, and leftover sauerkraut. Delicious, but dangerous. This thing put me under for the rest of the day...

As a result, dinner was this bowl of plain Greek yogurt mixed with vanilla protein powder, Quaker Oatmeal squares, Post Great Grains, and cashews. I went back for more cereal and cashews and a glass of milk later on. 

Dessert was sugar-free vanilla pudding.

Note: this post represents what happened in my world on Wednesday, October 17.