I’ve been having some trouble coming up with writing lately. It’s not for lack of content or time. I’ve just been going in and out of this funk I can shake, and when I’m not in a chipper mood, I don’t like to write because I feel the depression leak out into my post, and I like to keep blogging a happy place. But if everything was always roses and ponies and freshly baked bread, it wouldn’t be real. So my cranky-pants and I are plowing through a post today.
Whole30 Day 3 today. I did off-road last night. We had friends over for dinner, and Hulk ordered our favorite Indian. I was planning on having the curry on top of a salad, but once we started dishing up I found my hand dishing a small serving of rice and naan on my plate. I was just mentally weak and didn’t make the choice I should have made. It’s done, moving on with life. The mistake I’ve made in the past is when I off-road, I give up and go back to my old habits. This time I’m just going to brush myself off and make sure my next meal is complaint. Take it one meal at a time. Otherwise I go nuts.
The weather was beautiful for our dinner party.
I was feeling rather sick yesterday morning. I was just completely fatigued and had a horrible headache I couldn’t shake. I tried to sleep it off, but it didn’t seem to work. So I went to the gym to get some blood moving to see if that would help.
It woke me up, but my head and stomach still feel crappy. Not sure if it’s psychosomatic symptoms from Whole30, stress, or what. I’m just not feeling 100% myself today.
I can’t end this on a downer. So here’s a goofy kid picture. Snoogle attacks are really fun.