Woke up regretting everything and nothing. Last night I unintentionally drank a bottle of wine (it was so tasty and my glass kept refilling itself wth was that all about??) while watching Queer Eye and intentionally sobbing because everybody on this show is just so beautiful omg I love you so hard. My stomach was all hating me and stuff so I decided to forego eating breakfast. And drinking wine for the time being.
Breakfast: 2 cups of tea with generous splashes of oat milk
Can I just say what a gorgeous day it is? Finally getting a hint of spring in San Francisco! At work I decided to take my lunch on the patio and sit and wonder upon all of this natural light that I can’t seem to get enough of.
Lunch: Burger with sautéed mushrooms, cheese, some sort of crunchy things, I think onion strings? Side salad.
I think my shoes are dying. The back outside of the heels have worn away, so when I stand my ankles fall to the outside. This can’t be good long-term.
Also, I got another unicorn coffee mug over the weekend. I forgot to take a picture. But it’s majestic as all unicorn coffee mugs are. I’ll share it later when I remember.
Mid afternoon pick-me-up of a grande latte with whole milk and generous sprinkling of cinnamon
Since I didn’t get to it over the weekend, I ended up meal prepping after dinner. Shout out to my InstaPot, which basically did all my meal prep for me. While I made dinner it made chicken and baked potatoes for the week.
Also, I cut beets while wearing my white shirt last night and there were no casualties. Tell my mother.
Dinner: mixed greens salad with beets, goat cheese, almonds, and chicken
I don’t know what the deal is, if it’s all the wood stuff in the skies or what, but lately I don’t like a lot of noise. Not even music or the TV. And my brain just feels full lately so I haven’t been reading as much. But last night I journaled. I have been journaling my pens out of ink as of late. I have like 3 rotating notebooks that I grab one depending on my mood and let it all out. It was great to put it all out there before bed, and when I fell asleep my brain felt so calm and spent. Or maybe it was the wine. I lied about not drinking wine. Or at least until the bottle I still have open is done for.
Bedtime: glass of cab, a few chocolate coins from the kids’ St Patrick’s Day stash because I am a good and responsible meal prepper
Go make it a great day!