Hello, and welcome to Thursday. Or Friday. It depends on how soon I have uploaded this post, I guess.
I didn’t intend to take so much time off this week, but it sort of ended up that way. Part of it was my travel schedule, and the other part, well, I just couldn’t find myself able to write. I guess it was writer’s block, but whenever I sat down I just couldn’t think of anything better to say than, “Hey, for lunch I ate a burger without the bun. That was awesome,” and I just wasn’t okay with that.
I guess I’m kind of bored. I guess I think I’m boring. I’m always toeing the line between how much I want to share. I can share food and workouts, but that just doesn’t even hold my attention for very long. But I feel weird talking about friends and family here, since this is a little public space on my own corner of the inter-webs for all to see (who can actually find it and choose to see, I suppose). I know I read a lot of blogs that keep it strictly professional with recipes and workouts and stuff. That’s cool. I also enjoy those that post about all the regular daily life stuff. That’s cool too. I guess I’m still trying to figure out where I’m comfortable between the two.
Anyway, I’m sitting at the airport, waiting for my connection and almost home! I miss home. Back-to-back travel weeks are rough, even if we did get a 3-day weekend in between. And Hulk and I are headed to Tahoe tomorrow and leaving Squish behind with the sitter (another real-life thing; we have an au pair that lives with us, but I don’t mention them because it feels to weird and personal. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind if I talked about them here, but it still feels weird) because the trip we’re going on is adults only. So I’ll get to see Squish a few hours this week, total. That’s just so weird to think about.
Honestly, I think he has more fun when Mom & Dad aren’t around anyway. What kid doesn’t? Fortunately, I don’t have any more travel scheduled for a while since our project is almost wrapped up, so, as my dad said, it’s time to hit it hard, get it done then go have a baby.
Oh yeah, that. She started all kicking and stuff last week, which has been fun and sort of reassuring. It’s always a weird experience, being pregnant. You know you are, but besides the puking and feeling tired you still feel like your normal self. And then your pants don’t fit, but you still feel normal and not like you’re, you know, pregnant. The kicking is sort of like, “Yeah, Mom, it’s real. I’m coming. Get ready,” reminder. And as long as she’s not kicking my bladder, I’m cool with it. Bladder kicks suck.
I’m resetting my Whole30 when I get home tomorrow. I did well with my food choices, but I know there was little stuff here and there (sweet potato fries that I’m sure had sugar sprinkled on them, meat fried in who knows what) that merit a reset. But my food was a million times better than it’s been lately. And I’m glad to reset, if it means I don’t have to have another sausage-fake egg-fruit hotel breakfast ever again.
We are done, hotel breakfast. And your too-salty sausage patties, too. Those fake eggs alone deserve a reset.
Ooh, this post sort of turned into a random brain dump pretty quick. Too much airport travel does that to you, I guess.
I am looking forward to relaxing on the lake this weekend, then coming back with renewed energy next week. But for now, I’m done. Make it a great day, everyone!