something to gawk about

September 5, 2011

Every night before I go to sleep, I always do the same thing. Around 8:45 (get that mocking smirk off your face), I go into the kitchen and make lunches. I will wash the remaining dishes that inevitably make their way into the sink after dinner and curse myself that I didn’t realize there was no dishwasher in our house until after I had signed a contract. I blame my realtor who was only in it for the 3% commission (aka: my mom who didn’t take her commission from us. such a nice lady!).

After those dishes are done, I look around the kitchen and think to myself about what I would possibly want for breakfast the following morning. You might think that’s weird since breakfast is 8-10 hours later, but in reality, if I want to eat oats, I have to make them at night and stick them in the fridge so their nice and voluminous for this girl who likes her food to be big (weird?).

But last night, I just wasn’t feeling the oats. Sorry oatmeal, but for the last two days, you have not sounded delectable to me at all. Maybe after 6 years of eating oatmeal almost every morning has finally caught up to me, but I wanted something different.

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Enter in Mama Pea’s Protein Pancakes that popped up when I Googled “perfect vegan protein pancakes” — I can always count on Mama P. Because the truth of the matter is I could not for the life of me perfect a protein pancake nor could I find a great one that actually stayed together and made my taste buds scream for joy. So yesterday and today, I enjoyed these babies with peanut butter and vanilla Chobani (<3) for breakfast, totaling in at a whopping 40 grams of protein each morning.

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After I decide what I want to eat for breakfast, I eventually make my way to my TV watching Husband, give him a kiss, and go to the bathroom where I spend about thirty minutes (not really, but this is the Husband’s perception) washing my face, taking out my contacts, and brushing my teeth. Once I make it to my bed, I take out my Kindle, give Charlie a nice scratch when he makes it over to the side of my bed, and read until my eyes refuse to stay open any longer.

But last night, before I did all of this, I eventually found my way to Foodgawker, where I frequently visit. I have submitted pictures to Foodgawker countless times, but each time I have been rejected. Sad story, right? Wrong. There’s something in me where I will not accept failure, which makes me work even harder to perfect something that I want. So last night, I went through some of my best photos and submitted three, crossing my fingers for the best.

You’ll imagine my surprise when I woke up to a tweet from Chocolate Covered Katie congratulating me on seeing a photo of mine on Foodgawker’s site — two of my pictures had been accepted!

For some, this may seem like “no big deal” or you might not even know what Foodgawker is. To me, this is a big deal — as Foodgawker is very picky about the photos they feature. I’m not sharing this to brag, but I am really proud of myself. I work really hard in everything I do — whether it is teaching, taking photographs, working on recipes, or writing on this blog — so to accomplish this and finally see my photos on Foodgawker is quite an achievement.

Needless to say (and you can probably see), this has finally convinced me I need to purchase Lightroom, as Averie has been urging me to do for quite some time.

So when it came time to finally eat my breakfast this morning, I was so excited that I didn’t even realize I had been happily eating my food until it was gone.

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There’s always tomorrow, I suppose.

Question: Have you ever had a goal that was difficult to achieve? How did you feel when you finally accomplished it?

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