Kefir and today’s excuses

Oh hello! I was meant to be at the gym right now, but in a (not at all) startling turn of events I am on my couch.

Proof of physical therapy. These heathered leggings are from the GAP, FYI.

So, I selected “all of the above” on the multi-choice quiz of excuses (my ankle, worked late) and went to Whole Foods. I love the supermarket, even in Manhattan where any good grocery is obnoxiously crowded. The supermarket combines shopping and eating, I don’t see why everyone isn’t enamored (or maybe they are and that’s why there isn’t a free cart).

I wanted to try Kefir after reading this Vogue article about the seemingly miracle milk. Basically, Kefir has both yeast and a probiotic similar to yogurt that helps with digestion.  It also has loads of vitamins and proteins. Supposedly, even the lactose intolerant can safely drink it.  Well lah dee dah!  Does anyone drink it? I got the Raspberry flavor. Yolo.

Speaking of the experimental culinary arts. I am making turkey meatballs. As a recovering vegetarian I don’t think I thought through went goes into making meatballs. The hand-on-meat smushing: EEK! I made up my own recipe, if it’s good I shall share it here. (Update: They smell really good. Update #2: Here is the recipe!)

Matt has been running many times of week since 2007 and has never suffered a running injury. He doesn’t even stretch or use a foam roller (properly). You might want to choose him over me in a survival of the fittest physical challenge. (JK definitely choose me I am super wily!)

This weekend I went home to my parents’ house for a night. My parents are total gym rats (in the cutest way possible). My mom found a class at her gym that had no impact/jumping and lots of heavy weights, so we woke up at the crack of dawn on Saturday to make it in time for an 8:15am class.

I didn’t take any pictures in the class, I was too busy watching my mother lift heavier weights than I could.

my parents’ cat has no respect for the creative process.

While I was home, I did a little cleaning out of my childhood bedroom and found these. Yes, that’s a Save Darfur t-shirt and a copy of Little Women. Thus confirming anyone’s suspicions about my adolescence.

Not pictured:Tons of pro-choice shirts in the drawer too, but they belong to my sister. All of the Hillary Clinton for President shirts were mine.

How is your week going? What are you cooking?