Someone please tell me you remember these.

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Kitty kitty kittens.

I was OBSESSED. I am 99% sure my mom still has a shopping bag full of these in her attic. Sorry mom.

In case you have no clue what I’m going on and on about don’t remember these, they were the best thing ever in the early 90′s. Me and my BFF collected them, and had to have every kind. Her collection was way bigger than mine though, so I was a borderline jealous bitch at the tender age of 6.

They “purred” when you shook them. Real cats don’t do that. They scratch you. These were obviously not very realistic.

Have I mentioned I miss my childhood?

Tuesday Night

Before I get into my workout/day yesterday, I have a Tuesday night story for you.

Let me paint you a picture. I’m laying on the couch, no makeup, hair wet, pajamas, watching an episode of Income Property, when I receive this text from Amanda:

“What are you up to? I think you might like this boy who’s here. Legit drive here he has brown hair and blue eyes and is 25 almost 26.”

I hesitated briefly. Am I really gonna get off the couch, get ready, and haul my ass downtown just on the off chance of talking to a guy?

Yes, yes I am. I’m ready in 15 minutes flat and am sipping on a delicious cocktail within a half hour. This is my life.

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As it turned out, I didn’t like the guy too much. He was too…..well, no need for specifics. Suffice it to say that he wasn’t my type. But he had a good personality, so I’m optimistic that maybe he has cute friends.

I’ve gotten very picky in my old age with men. I think it’s because I don’t want to settle for a guy who’s sort of cute and kind of funny, then get trapped in a two year relationship and come out the other end 28 and single. That is a scary thought.

The only downfall of my Tuesday night out on the town was drunk eating. Seriously. Does anyone have some magical trick to prevent your drunk self from rationalizing every food impulse that crosses your mind? I have no self control, it’s really bad. UGH. Get your shit together drunk Meghan!!

Work it Out

I decided to do Week 3 only of Ripped in 30 yesterday, because I was a sweaty disaster after finishing and didn’t think I could stand the 85 degree heat in our apartment for a round of Week 4.

I’m SO glad to be done with Week 3. The duck walking and squat jumps and running lunges are torture. I’m a little afraid of what Week 4 has in store for me…

Dinner

After my workout, I needed to prep some lunch for the office. I was craving more buffalo chicken salad, so I kept it simple!

For dinner, I wasn’t in the mood to spend time trying out a new recipe. I had plans to go out again (and possibly meet up with Tuesday night boy and his hopefully cuter friends), so I didn’t have a lot of time to work with. The solution? A super simple protein smoothie!

Chocolate Raspberry Protein Smoothie

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1 cup of frozen raspberries
1/2 cup (4 oz.) of vanilla greek yogurt
1 scoop of Whey Chocolate Protein Powder

Instructions:
Toss ingredients into a blender with a splash of water, pulse and liquefy until fully combined.

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Clik here to view.Delicious, simple, and fast! Exactly what I needed.

UPDATE: I did not drunk eat last night. At all, not even one bite. Couldn’t be prouder.