I have very little discipline when it comes to food... thus the faux lactose intolerance diet and necessity of doing things like running 1/2 marathons. After blogging and making a big deal about no dariy last week. I might have accidentally eaten a piece of burrata for dinner last night. Burrata, in case you don't know is fresh mozarella filled with a sort of mozarelly-cream inside. We ate ours drizzled with honey, sliced almonds and sea salt.
Friggin Trader Joes! Why do they tempt me by offering such delicious things at reasonable prices? I've spent the whole day sneezing.
Also, over the past week I have eaten almost a whole jar of peanut butter by myself. I don't know why, it just seemed liked something I should do. I also might have eaten it with a chocolate bar, also provided via my enabler Mr. Trader Joe.