Cupcakes and Lost Lunches

I apologize for the silence, friends!  The past 10 days have been beyond busy!  It all started last weekend with 3 parties, moved on to birthday celebrations (I use the whole week) and ended with a trip to Savannah that I literally just walked in the door from.  I was itching to get a post up to you as I have been contacted by several people asking when the next installment of my life would be available for the masses.  I will probably disappoint for a few weeks due to not having as much time to ponder and write with the holidays rapidly approaching.

Not ready for all this jelly

These past 10 days have not only been busy but have also been filled with food.  Most days, I ate cake, a cupcake, ice cream, a beignet or some other form of something I shouldn’t be eating on the regular.  I did make a fabulous find in Orlando at the Blue Bird Bake shop.  Their cupcakes are ON POINT!  This is a picture of the box my parents and I got after my birthday lunch.  This picture also captures my face of disappointment that I can’t eat this PB&J cupcake every day of my life.  Vanilla cake.  Peanut butter icing.  Grape jelly syrup on top.  I DIED.  It was amazing.  I HIGHLY recommend this cupcake shop and will be back once I’ve lost all the weight I will inevitably gain from this week.

Pizza & ice cream-worth it!

Okay, cupcake connoisseur dialogue over and back to trying to be fit.  I ate so much on my birthday that I was sick that night, which carried over into the next morning’s workout.  On my b-day, I woke up at 3:50 a.m. (yep, sure did) and worked out for an extra 30 minutes.  I had my normal breakfast and proceeded to eat the following: fried mac ‘n’ cheese, fried pickles, grilled cheese with bacon, French fries, a cupcake, oxtail with faba beans, pumpkin rice, coconut cake and chocolate cake.  I feel like I need to say a Hail Mary like I just left confession.  Lying in bed that night, I thought to myself, “I’m going to throw up.”  I haven’t eaten this quantity or quality food in a long time.  I made it through the night without losing my lunch.  The next morning, I was mid super-setting squats and step ups and I felt like I was going to pass out.  Let’s just say the next series of events wasn’t pretty.  Hovering over the gym bathroom sink, I yelled at myself for eating so much.  I must not have listened because last night at dinner in Savannah I seriously thought I was going to blow up.  I’ve had a food hangover all day.  The struggle is real, people.  Also, in Savannah, I had my first piece of pizza in 6 months and real ice cream in I don’t even know how long.  Let’s take a moment to focus on the positives of the past 10 days.  I worked out 6/10 days (even waking up at 5:30 on vacay to hit the hotel gym).  My pants still fit when I put them on this morning.  Yeah, that’s all I got.  I did have a dang good time and, honestly, needed a break from my low-carb life.  I’m back to good and starting a detox tomorrow.  I don’t even think I’ll eat much/”bad” on Christmas because I’m really looking forward to eating the way new Sarah does.  I miss protein.

I’m hoping to get some blogging in this upcoming week with Oliver at his grandparent’s house and a 4.5 day weekend.  Here’s hoping something funny or embarrassing happens soon so I can keep your readership.