brunch. always brunch
I woke up at 7am this morning, mostly excited because I decided last night that I would go buy a fitbit at Target when they opened. It was practically Christmas morning over here. Even though I already have a nike fuel band, I haven’t used it in a couple of years and aside from counting my steps, I struggle with using it because it tracks your activity through “fuel points” which are essentially made up from some algorithm that I just don’t understand. So hello, new fitbit. I basically just constantly need to have some sort of competition to succeed, so I’m hoping this competition with myself and trying to reach my goal everyday will get me up and moving a little more. (Its not even 11am and I’m over 20% to goal already!)
Sundays have quickly become my favorite day of the week because I know that I will start my day with brunch, and end it with some amazing meal made by Michael’s mom. Sunday dinners with mom was his tradition that I’ve somehow been lucky enough to get invited to and I’ve never eaten more delicious meals in my life. I’m still dreaming about last Sunday’s dinner (shrimp scampi) so I’m excited for this week’s meal (and already dreading next Sunday when I’m on my own and dinner could very well be cereal.)
And today is extra special because we’re finally trying the Roosevelt for brunch this morning and then taking a trip out to my brother’s house to visit my niece, who I haven’t seen since her birthday, and who Michael has never met!
a very happy Sunday indeed, even if it is 100 degrees outside.