June 23, 2022 – Dumbo, NYC
Last night, after eating a whole pack of cookies, I decided I was fed up with my own bullshit. I’m quitting sugar. (Again.)
Today’s the day.
I woke up with that slightly hungover feeling I get from eating too much processed stuff.
I made myself a healthy breakfast. I never eat sugar for breakfast (or, rather, it’s not part of the breakfast-breakfast; I can’t say I’ve never had liquorice at 7am). So far, so good.
I sat down at my desk. I wished I had vegan m&m’s. (The Unreal ones are, well… unreal!) Instead, I defrosted some bread.
I had leftover braised chickpeas, and half an apple that was just hanging out in the fridge (ADHD hack: if you don’t finish an apple, chuck it in the fridge and slice a thin layer off the exposed side whenever you’re ready to finish it to both reduce waste *and* avoid sensory ewww). I also made sweet potato as a snack.
I feel awful.
I’m exhausted. My head hurts. I can’t focus. Everything feels terrible. (It’s one of those days.)
I stretched, had a nap, ordered dinner and got a big green smoothie. That made me feel a bit better.
Now, I’m going back to bed.
Fuck this day.
See you tomorrow.
(If you’re doing the challenge with me, I love you and you’re doing great! I’m so proud of you! Don’t let my mood ruin your day. If you also feel terrible: welcome to the club!)
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