Two days and counting until I either meet my doom, or accomplish my goal of flying alone and arriving in the right place. I can’t wait to kick off my visit with my brother. I just hope he is ready for his anal sister to visit. I swear I have a touch of OCD…with my morning routine at least. Everything has to be just right or it will throw me for a loop on my morning run. Or a loop back to a bathroom..
I gotta have my morning oatmeal which consists of… 1 cup of oatmeal, 3/4 cup of water ( I like my oatmeal thick ) 1 Tbs of peanut butter, 1 cup of fruit that MUST contain mango because it’s the bomb, and 1 tbs of raw agave nectar. I don’t even know how I came up with this morning meal concoction but it is delicious. I must then eat my amazing oatmeal concoction with a cold glass of water, followed by my morning Go Girl(s). This is when I check my
See I am drinking one as I type…
These computer cameras really suck. I look a lot uglier in person.
It is not long after this that I head out the door depending on the day for a 5-8 mile run. So can I go without this routine? Do I have to be so anal? Well yes and no. It depends if you want to hang around a cranky Amber, or a semi-normal Amber. Bad things happen when my routine is disrupted, or I don’t get in a morning run.
Well I’m off for a run, Happy Sunday!