The One Where I Give Up Coffee, and the Results

My head hurts. I’m tired. I’m cranky. When Squishy gets tired and cranky, we say it’s “bottle and bed” time. He protests. I would probably sell him for a bottle and bed right now. Spoiled kid, doesn’t know how good he has it.

Who’s idea was it to give up coffee again? Oh yeah, mine.

I can’t figure out how to get gifs to work when I add them from my phone. It’s such a cold, hard world.


This is supposed to be moving.

Yesterday, I ate food. This food.





And I worked out. At the gym. It took me 20 minutes to convince myself to get out of bed and go, and another 20 minutes to actually get there from my bed.

Elliptical 20 min with intervals
Lunges: 1×10 @ 10 lbs, 1×10 @ 7.5 lbs, 1×10 @ bw
Stretch & some yoga

It’s only Thursday. I was packing my lunch thinking it was Friday. But it isn’t. And I’m out of food for tomorrow. I hate everything.