Thursday was pretty much awesome. It started with an early-morning walk with Mama before the sunrise. Afterward, I had a new and interesting breakfast.
|Cantaloupe and oats cooked with 2 egg whites for added staying power.|
Later, I got myself looking all spiffy, and Mons and I went to Florida’s Friendliest Hometown for some quality sister bonding time. Good food makes good times that much better.
|Panera classic cafe salad and black bean soup with an apple.|
|Mons was happy with her meal.|
|Bowl of broccoli and cheedar soup with sourdough OTS.|
After a leisurely lunch, we walked around the square, slinking in and out of interesting shops along the way.
|Matching sisters. Cute, right?|
Then, we hit up my fave store, TJ Maxx, for some more shopping.
Bags in hand, we got some sweet treats, courtesy Chick-Fil-A. Mons and I debated getting a “small” ice cream (which is actually huge) or the kids’ size. We came to the conclusion that kidlet size would be sufficient.
|I'm lovin' it. Wrong fast food motto, but who cares?|
|Definitely my favorite ice cream ever. Easy to please.|
Later, Mumzy and I went to get my wedding dress. We got to our location early, so guess what we did: got food.
Bahama Breeze rocks my socks. We began our meal with some yummy cocktails.
|Tropical delights. Sangria for me, Pina Colada for the mama.|
I planned on getting a salad, but the bad eating demons crept over me and I ended up ordering possibly the unhealthiest thing on the menu. In my defense, I was not aware that what I ordered was essentially a deep fried Cuban pizza.
|Tostones and chicken bits topped with mushrooms, onions, jalapenos, salsa, and a ridiculous amount of cheese. This was an appetizer. No joke.|
|Mums got black beans and rice.|
|I devoured this in about 3.5 minutes. Devilishly delectable.|
After being sufficiently stuffed with spicy, greasy goodness, I went to try on my wedding dress. I figured, if it fits after eating like that, I was good to go…
It didn’t. But, let me clarify, this was not my fault. The seamstress admitted that she made the part around my ribs a little too tight. The same mistake was made on Mama’s dress. Nothing a little letting out can’t fix.
After about an hour of girly chatting, we made our way back home. It was at that moment that I got the worst spell of indigestion in my life. Since I was already feeling like crap, I topped it off with a tea cookie. Probably not the best decision I’ve ever made. As I sit here, curled up in the fetal position while writing this post, I realize that the food I ate, although now rotting in my gut, was completely worth the pain. Cheers to livin' it up.