Last month, and it seems like so much needs to happen.
I'm not moving out of here with M. One month.
My meal habits are completely out of whack. I eat in a hurry and standing at a countertop. I'm relying on stuff like oatmeal and cheap fake butter. I'm only eating eggs for protein, no beef or chicken lately. Sometimes ham if LA has any around.
No dairy, no potatoes, no candy. Sometimes fake sugar in the bubble water I don't like but drink anyway. This past week I bought some diet soda when the water is unavailable.
Stopping the peanut butter, rice, most of the nuts, all of the "paleo" and "mixes". They're killing me.
I did a low carb test in the end of February, I felt awful for the last 2 of the 3 weeks. I want to get back to less than 100, right now I'm averaging just over 100. More than that the last few days of marshmallows and nutella.
Habits are hard to break, but I want to get back to Whole 30 template type eating at a table.
This is all just stress mostly. I can't run, not doing stained glass, not coloring or drawing with my new pencil set. Not reading, behind on my blog, not communicating with friends like Tori or Tim. I talk to my family but it seems to only skim the surface. That's been a common feeling lately.
On the drives to and from the campground this past week, I listened to JBP pods about preparing for the flood. How I should aim at a star, get my house in order, and - importantly - treat myself like I'd treat someone I was responsible for taking care of.
Would I do M to another person? Hell no.
I have more to say, but I'm brain dead. I'll come back to it.
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