Phil and I ordered Papa John's pizza this weekend. Look at it in all it's greasy goodness:
Complete with garlic butter sauce, cheese sauce, and extra garlic butter sauce, of course.
Mmmmmm, brings back the college memories...and the Freshman Fifteen.
While we're on the subject of food, Andrew became the next Got Milk model (at least in our house) at dinner the other night....
....the next campaign slogan should be:
Handsome, Smart, Athletic, Humble and Friendly.
Apparently drinking milk makes you the perfect child.
(This message approved by an annoyingly proud Mom from MA)
We spent all of the morn on Saturday watching soccer games.
They all love soccer, so Phil and I are trying to let them all play. It gets tricky having four games on four different fields and a baby in tow. But somehow, we're making it work.
My attitude towards diet and exercise has been slowly but surely changing over the past year (since Alexander's birth). I used to firmly believe that I should be able to eat what I wanted and use exercise to cancel out the effects of that. For example, if I wanted to eat pizza and cake then I just needed to make sure I ran for an hour that day.
Now I am leaning more towards the mindset that if I just ate better (read: less) then I could exercise smarter (read: less).
Don't worry, I'm not jumping on any crazy diets:
I'm going to start using this free app on my phone to log my food and exercise journals and we'll see what happens:
And that's the Monday morning report. Ciao!