Oh man. I'm sitting here wondering WHY WHY WHY do I have to do this to myself???? Can't I surely just sneak a little chocolate, a cube of cheese? Some wine???? I mean, I know why: I was completely OUT OF CONTROL ON THE FOOD FRONT. Witness New Year's Brunch:
If I close my eyes, I can taste the warm sugary goodness of those cinnamon rolls....and in the crock pot? Heaven, it was heaven I tell you: eggs, evaporated milk, feta cheese, artichoke hearts, black olives, roasted red peppers sprinkled with fresh basil. Sigh..............You can't even see the hashbrowns here we also fried up.
I will say i AM feeling pretty good on the body front, despite the hole in my stomach where the cheese and chocolate used to go that refuses to be filled with stupid stinky chicken or turkey. And you know what, I don't care what people say, a freaking VEGETABLE is NEVER going to trigger my pleasure sensors. I'm eating right now simply to keep moving, and it kinda sucks. lol.
I do know that once this 17 days has passed, I will be elated to get back to some quinoa, and BEEF. GIMMEE BEEF!!!!!
In other news (a.k.a. "what more motivation do I really need?!??!?!") I am turning 40 in 20 days.
I *think* I have come to terms with it (
) and will most likely NOT spend the day crying under the covers, but hello. 20 more days to keep at this so I can feel as physically SOUND as possible when this milestone hits.
(The number itself doesn't freak me out, just how flipping FAST the past decade went. If I didn't have calendars to tell me otherwise, I'd say I was maybe 34? 35? still)