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Stop your wailing, I'm back! Not that I necessarily went anywhere, things have just been craaaazy the last few days… Along with planning the wedding, we've decided to drive ourselves even crazier and buy a house! That's right. The Asian and the Ginger are puttin' down some roots.

Suffice to say my brain is about to explode with information overload.

Excited/terrified/nervous enough to scream? Seems apropos. 
I will confess that this weekend was an absolute blur of house hunting, girl's night, swing dancing, and family time. I couldn't begin to tell you what I ate if I tried.

Except for the fondue. Ooohhh was there fondue. Cheese AND chocolate.

With the pending house purchase, the Bearded Wonder and I have decided to go Lockdown Priority 1 on our respective budgets (we haven't combined finances yet, nosy pants). So this means no more dresses for The Redhead, and we're both going to cut back on eating out so much.

Yeaaahhhhhhh………

JUST 1 MORE DRESS!! PLEASE! JUST 1!! THERE'S A SALE!!!
I may or may not have a minor dress obsession. No judgement! You pinky promised!

Clothing aside I'm excited for this. We have a fantastic pub/servery at work so I always eat breakfast and lunch there. As in I spend $7+ on food a day. As in, conservatively speaking, that's basically $35/week (or $140/mo!!) in extra food purchases. That doesn't include going out to dinner/ice cream/whatever else.

I was perusing through my blog post with all the links/recipes people had sent me, and I found a couple good'uns. I'm particularly excited about a make-ahead breakfast sandwich method I found here. I spent some time tonight making them and ended up having leftover egg whites. I'm using 100-calorie English muffins, uncured, nitrite/nitrate-free bacon, a bunch of seasonings, and low-fat Harvarti cheese. Mmmm cheeeeeese…. Ahem. Anyway. I made 11 sandwiches though, so now I have deeeelish [hopefully], healthy breakfast sandwiches for as long as my little heart desires. Well, for 11 days anyway.

Best part? ~11 sandwiches really only cost around $12. As in just over a buck a sandwich. Couldn't beat that if I tried! So my budget will be happy, my waistline will be happy (since I know how many calories is in everything, and I can pronounce everything!), and our new house won't be stuffed with metal folding chairs because we could afford proper chairs! This is a win-win-win situation! :)

I ended up taking today off from working out today because I did the hip abductor machine yesterday and I'm craaazy sore. Which, upon looking up pictures of the aforementioned machine, I found all kinds of articles* about how it's an ineffective use of your time. Awesome.

This is the face of regret for doing a useless exercise. 
Welp. Guess I won't be using that again. Back to weightlifting tomorrow though. I'll post some super sweet progress screen caps tomorrow. Hold on to your pantaloons! =)

<3
A Redhead


*Note: I know, I said "all kinds" and I'm only linking one article. Google your own stuffs. ;-)

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