I was doing so well. A solid week of eating mindfully, with a glorious and intentional chest meal with friends on Saturday (can you say fusion Indian/Mexican food?). And then the work week rolled around and my old anxieties about work and my future reared it’s ugly head and the next thing I know I am eating pasta to try to not feel the existential terror of living. How blissful it must be to not be a neurotic little twitching ball all the time. What’s that like? twitch twitch goat cheese on the corner of my mouth
Today I didn’t exercise, or eat right, or get my water goal or step goal. But I am going to bed super early with the belief that tomorrow will be brighter on my lips.
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