I’m actually working today, despite it being a Sunday. I’m trying to finish a drawing for work that is much easier to do at my dining table with my trusty new mouse than at work when it’s buzzing with people. I’m addicted to being productive: If I’m on top of things, I get a certain sense of satisfaction that results in an extra bounce in my step at work 🙂
Yes, yes, as you already know, work is the reason I haven’t been posting much. I come home beat most days, ready to eat dinner and crash. Some days I convince myself to head out to brave the cold and squeeze in a workout. My energy levels have improved a lot since starting this new job. The trick I use is to eat less lunch (more vegetables, some feta, some chickpeas with less bread) and eat a snack two hours later (a banana, an apple, or a Larabar).
Apart from doing a bit of work, I also baked a chocolate cake (with the bf’s help, of course). This chocolate cake is a family recipe that my Mother made for many years until recently my younger sister took over the tradition of baking it for birthday and Diwali parties. It’s kind of nice to make the same cake, far, far away in this corner of the world. I’ve never bothered to make this cake before as I always tell myself “you don’t need the calories”. This time, though, I really wanted to make a classic chocolate cake as a colleague who was leaving mentioned he’d like chocolate cake for his last day at work. It’s quite common in companies here to eat cake on your last day at work. Usually the cake is bought by the company and at a fixed time, on your last day, everybody who worked with you shows up to eat cake and reminisce the ‘good old days’.
Now my fridge is full of chocolate cake to be shared out tomorrow. I only had this tiny piece as I’m trying to exercise portion control. Excuse the kiddish bowl, it was a gift from my mother when I moved away from home.
Oh, I forgot to mention that the bf made a really yummy pizza for lunch. He’s been working on perfecting his pizza recipe so it’s one of the dishes he is more than willing to make any day. Cake and pizza in the same day – I sure am a lucky girl (or old hag).
I hope your weekend was a good one 🙂