Anybody else hear Madonna’s voice from that title?
Today was supposed to be a really healthy day. I haven’t been completely on my game lately and I want to feel a little better about that.
So, you know, you saw breakfast. Healthy. Good start to the day. And I not only didn’t eat any pastries for pastry Thursday, but I also didn’t even remember they were around. That’s how much I didn’t care to eat any pastries.
Lunch was all about clean eating, too.
I topped an English Muffin with:
- red, yellow and orange pepper strips
- one piece of light cheddar cheese, split across both halves of the muffin
and then I toasted it for about seven minutes.
It was really good, bee-tee-dubs.
With sugar snap peas on the side and a mini biscotti to finish the meal off with a sweet little something, I felt pretty great about my choices.
And then this happened.
A red. velvet. whoopie. pie.
I mean, what was I supposed to do? Not eat it?
Here’s the thing. It was from a really good and pretty expensive place to which I wouldn’t usually go on my own, called the Artisan Cheese Gallery. It was a leftover from a big deal executive lunch.
These things just don’t come around every day.
And, really, I’m not sorry. Because it was awesome.
I also had a bite of an amazing salted chocolate chunk cookie.
It was the best cookie I think I’ve ever had in my entire life.
I’m not kidding.
Look out for the re-creation!
I’m still too full for snack today. That’s probably a good thing.