I completely copped out on dinner last night. The bambino ended up eating PB&J, while Jay and I had these:
For microwave burgers, they’re not bad, in that they don’t taste like cardboard hockey pucks. Neither Jay or I slept that well Sunday night, so I figured Monday was as good a night as any to do leftovers, or heat-and-eat.
Tonight, though, I wanted to get back on track, especially since I had a decent weigh-in…I un-did the damage I’d done over the last couple weeks. Hopefully I can keep myself going this time around. However, I was starving by the time I left work, and since we had errands to run, we got Qdoba while we were out and about. And when we came home, I got started on a Strawberry Icebox Cake.
I decided, because sometimes I can be a nice person, believe it or not, I’m going to bring that into work tomorrow. Mine’s not quite as pretty as the original one from The Kitchn, but I’m sure it tastes fabulous.