Maybe it’s all the Bridal Fridays I’ve been watching on TLC. Those nights are filled with an obnoxious amount of Say Yes to the Dress and Something Borrowed, Something New. I want to turn it off. I want to put on a sitcom and just laugh and waste time.
I’m glued to those shows. I watch them intently, remembering styles and scoffing at unlimited budgets. I cry with them when they find the perfect dress, a few tears dropping into my hot tea as I sip and wipe my nose on the blanket.
I know I’ve lost my mind at this point. I’ve become that type of girl I thought I never would.
But, alas, I’m a sucker for junk TV.
These shows, despite filling my mind with false expectations and wasting hours of my time, have given me new inspiration for working out again.
I kept telling people it’s been nearly six months since I’ve worked out.
“I’m getting so soft,” I told a friend after work one night. “There’s not a tone muscle in my body.”
Well, I exaggerated. It’s been more like three months since I worked out. And surprisingly, my muscles have bounced back a little since my last workout-escapade.
And so I don’t get bored and start watching Food Network instead of TLC, I’ve been switching things up. Yoga one day, Jillian Michaels the next, and then a trip to the gym before work (which isn’t so bad, as long as I remember a towel and don’t have to use paper towels to dry off from the shower. don’t ask.).
While my muscles ache and I yearn for something fattening, I make this tart. Because I can. And it’s delicious.
To see the recipe and more photos, visit Of Pots and Pens.