Isn’t it funny how one word can stir up so many feelings? Over the weekend, someone made a comment along the lines of “Every time I see you, you are skinnier”<–insert stink eye. In the peak of the days when I really struggled with various eating disorders, that sentence would have made me the happiest girl in the world. Back then, that’s all I wanted. Today the word has the opposite affect, my skin instantly crawls. So night and day, I know. That word just brings me back and makes me remember how low I was at that point in time. Time to leave the roots of that word, for me, and accept that everyone has an opinion whether we like it or not. My grandpa taught me that one.
After three nights of sleeping seven hours straight, we thought we were in the clear. Negative. He woke up around 2:30 and then back up at 6:20. Can I tell you how cold 10 degrees feels at 6:20 in the morning? At least he’s extra cuddly in the morning to warm me up.
Although it seemed like we got a lot accomplished over the weekend(hello bathroom overhaul), we failed to go to the grocery store. We stopped quick on Saturday for spinach but for whatever reason, we didn’t grab anything else. See: Dupas. Moral of the story, breakfast was a scrape together
One whole wheat flax waffle and one blueberry waffle(mistake buy) topped with almond butter, and naners. I kept feeling like I was missing something and in hindsight it was the maple syrup. A little drizzle makes a major difference.
It must have been a day for scrape togethers because lunch was a throw-it-all-in-salad(which I have been uhbsessed with lately) and dinner was quite random
I present to you, ravioli stew. Sauteed red onion and red pepper, shredded rotisserie chicken, a few large handfuls of spinach, two Laughing Cow light swiss wedges, and a sprinkle of parm. Serve chicken veggie mixture on a bed of boiled cheese. Voila!
Is there a word that makes your skin crawl?