I love and hate the Tuesday. I love it because it’s not Monday, but I hate it just a little because of two reasons. One, because there’s really no good TV on, and two, because it’s the day that I go to Crystal’s Fat Burner class at the gym. I read somewhere that you should always be a little bit scared of your next workout, and well, that’s how I feel about Tuesday’s workout.
I was already extremely tired from the incomplete sleep I had, because of Art. He loves to jump on me in the middle of the night purring for affection while he lays on my chest and snuggles under my chin. I sometimes toss and he moves, but for the most part I let him take over the night. I can’t help it. He’s just too damn cute. Last night was no different than any other night and I allowed him to snuggle, lick my chin and purr until he was ready for his own sleepy time. Unfortunately that’s intermittent and I am woken up by him every few hours.
Regardless of how tired I was, I went to Crystal’s class. About 10 minutes in, I was regretting it a bit. Oh hell, who am I kidding. I was regretting it a lot. Crystal’s workouts are insane. In 10 minutes we had only completed the warm-up and I was ready to pack it in. Sweat dripping like I had just taken a shower, I stuck with it, powering through. Her words of encouragement and yelling “don’t quit” helped too.
I finished the rest of the work day after the workout from hell, with a little bit of energy and focus (believe it or not) and was definitely looking forward to home time. “What’s for dinner?” B asked me when he called. “I haven’t the slightest”, I said. “We’ll figure it out when we get home”. See, we’ve been on this huge ‘use anything we can in the fridge/pantry’ mode since buying the house and although we are already very creative with our meals, we have been trying to buy groceries just once a week and use what we have around to create our dinners/lunches. We’ve been really successful and so although I didn’t feel like cooking anything tonight, I knew we’d come up with something good.
Alas, I shredded some leftover jerk chicken from the cottage weekend, and B started working on his creation (it was his night to cook). Shrimp, jerk chicken, spinach, olives, whole canned tomatoes, onions, garlic, chili peppers, thyme, pepper and parsley all made it to the pan. Rotini was boiling on the stove. It’s not an incredibly-crazy-inventive-Oh-my!-what-did-you-just-do dinner, but it worked for tonight. It was also nice to use up a bunch of little things from the fridge and have a somewhat organized dinner. A little glass of white wine on the side, and I’m a happy girl.
Ahh the finished product. It was spicy, saucy and the rotini was cooked perfectly. I loved the shrimp and the spinach. This was a hugely successful Mish Mash 🙂