Tonight, after work, I hit up a Barre Burn class at Equinox. (Read my experience the first time I went.) I’m pretty sure that after this weekend, I sweat out champagne and McDonald’s. Like a rockstar. The instructor is absolutely hilarious, and I got an intense ab workout just by giggling at him. He also had a kickass playlist, which included Pink’s F***-in Perfect. I don’t think I’d ever listened all that closely to the song, because I didn’t realize the real name until he said “I hope I have the right version and she’s not cursing like a truck driver.” So clearly, I had to come home and download the explicit version, because I’m from Jersey and I do curse like a truck driver every once in a while…

I came home to these two lovely boxes. Thank god.

I made a quick rice bowl with a turkey sausage, broccoli and Brussels sprouts. I sauteed the broccoli and Brussels in a little olive oil and balsamic vinegar and then threw salsa over the whole thing while having a solo dance party at the stove to that Pink song. Nice, easy, healthy dinner.

I had a little of this ice cream. It sucked. False advertising. It was not decadent at all. They definitely did something to make up for the lack of dairy. Does anyone know of a dairy-free ice cream that doesn’t suck? (I’m trying to abstain from dairy for the good of my stomach…but it may not be worth it for crap ice cream like this!)

Also, THESE CAME IN THE MAIL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am so psyched.