Wee, another photo dump! Everyone’s asleep, and I desperately want to go and wake my sister up, but it’s 6:30am and I feel like that might be a little mean.
No WOD yesterday, but let’s recap some food first:
April 22, 2014
Breakfast: Pre-WOD apple with almond butter, two cups of black coffee.
Lunch: Tomato and basil omelette with bacon and avocado, split with my dad. Bacon here is super weird.
Dinner: More lamb filet (seriously never-ending story but I’m not whining because delicious) and parsnip-potato mash. Fishy things like pickled herring, because we’re in Finland and it’s required by law.
Snacks: A million pieces of chocolate and Kinder eggs. Like, an embarrassing amount.
April 23, 2014
Breakfast: Greek yogurt, raspberries, almond butter and coffee with coconut cream. The fact that I brought my own almond butter and coconut cream with me has garnered a lot of weird stares from my parents. I LIKE WHAT I LIKE OKAY.
Lunch: Salad with all the leftovers we could scrounge up: Cured salmon, more pickled herring, tomatoes and mozzarella, avocado.
Dinner: Pan-roasted chicken breast, roast potatoes and carrots. Horrendous red wine.
Snacks: Another million pieces of chocolate. A delightful dry apple cider.
My little sister Mette, arrived yesterday, and my god, I miss this kid. We spent the entire afternoon laughing riotously, drinking horrendous wine (like for real bad - don’t ask me why we kept at it) she brought from Florence, and making fun of our parents. 99% sure they’re already sick of us. And we made macarons (ahhh the eggs are so orange!). More pictures to follow as soon as we fill them. Spoiler alert: the lemon ones I made turned out much better than the coffee ones Mette made. Prodigy status. We also spent way too much time taking unattractive Instagrams and snaps of our dad, each other and ourselves and sending them to each other from across the living room. I swear we’re 27 and 24 years old.
Oh and then we tipsily fought about the merits of basketball (not chest-to-deck, but a huge jump up) and CrossFit burpees. I think I’m going to make her do a WOD with CF burpees and see how she likes them.
Also, let’s talk about the fact that having time to sleep (I slept 14 hours yesterday HOLLA), and less stress = immediately clearer skin than all winter. Certainly not perfect, but I can definitely see an improvement. I also know that drinking water, avoiding sugar and alcohol, and all that jazz helps, but I haven’t been doing any of the above since I got to Finland so… Might have to attribute some of that to all the high-end skin care products that my mom’s company imports / that litters my parents’ apartment. The picture above is just a tiny sampling from the bathroom. There are face washes and toners and moisturizers EVERYWHERE. Not that I’m complaining: I’m more like gleefully testing all of them, so I can have an informed opinion about with which ones I need to stuff my suitcase, duh.
Everyone enjoy a bonus picture of Mette’s private-at-home pain face. This girl is so broken it’s borderline impressive.