I don’t know about you guys*, but this week has been so long for me. I guess it just feels that way in comparison to last week’s 2.5 day work week. How is it not Friday already? I guess another reason the week is going by slowly is that this big project that I’ve been working on for several months is over. I mean, it’s good in a way; it was a lot of stress, but at the same time, I really thrive when I am busy at work.
I’ve been thinking about something for the past few days. When I first started this blog, I wrote (and thought) a lot more about how unhappy I was with my weight. I’ve noticed that this sort of negative self image that I had has gotten a lot better. I haven’t been writing about it as much, really, because I haven’t been feeling it. I mean, sure, there are plenty of days when I wish that my size 6 pants would fit again or when I get mad at myself for overeating, but I’ve noticed that it does not consume my thoughts the way it used to. Don’t get me wrong, I still do feel like I want to lose 10 pounds, but I am okay if I never do. I have this friend who told me that she lost about 20 pounds this year. She said it happened when she stopped obsessing over it. Maybe that’s how I’ll shed the 10 pounds. Or maybe I never will.
People always say that you come into your own in your thirties. I’m not exactly sure what “come into your own” means, but maybe it’s this. Maybe it means finally feeling comfortable in your own skin? Believe me, I have a ways to go, but I feel like I’m finally on the road to self-acceptance and happiness.
I did not feel like making anything special for dinner. Enter Kashi pizza and a salad. I put craisins and almonds on the salad to make it more interesting.
I added some additional veggies to the pizza. It was severely lacking.
Someone had a birthday on Tuesday. Guess who? I wanted to bake him a cake, but instead made him his favorite foods.
Yes, I made Jason go to Kroger and buy that 3 candle. I’m shameless.
*Despite living in the South for 7.5 years, I do not say “y’all.” Instead, I go with very mid-Atlantic “you guys.” which is not the same as “yous guys.” MoCo represent! (I’m going to go out on a limb and say that pretty much no one is going to know what that means!)