I have not had oatmeal since show day.
… I should have had it today but it’s so hot I had rice cakes instead.
… but really it’s because I’m out of large flake oats and I’m a huge snob. Plain old rolled oats aren’t doing it for me.
Every time I run, this is how I feel:
… and like people are staring.
Every single time I compete I forget utensils.
I had such a raging headache today from skipping coffee that I ran out at lunch to buy one… making myself late for a meeting that was (unknown to me) rescheduled…. and I was so not feeling it that I actually talked my way out of going at all.
… only six more days… six more days.
It really annoys me that the ONE single time I suggest a restaurant for my team to go out for lunch.. you know, my going away dinner, everyone has issues.
… Except Nicole. She’s on team Becca since we both want the mac and cheese at this restaurant. Delish!
… and she’s the coworker who has actually been in the know about the situation for months now.
Tonight I’m having my first “moving away” dinner… with my ex-boyfriend’s mom.
This is the family I spent the better part of three years with. I was pretty much adopted in as one of their own, even when we were broken up for a bit.
We’re going to one of the restaurants we always used to go to for long drawn out Friday night family dinners and I’m excited to catch up and get one last chit chat in before I go.
I fully intend to indulge for the next ten days until the move
During the day, when I have no plans, whatever I’m going to stick to my plan. But I’m choosing to enjoy my last week in the city and not stress over food, a beer, grabbing some fro yo with a friend before I move.
Sure I may keep up a bit more cardio to counter act it, but I’m not going to allow myself to feel guilty for saying goodbye to my old life in whatever way I choose to.
What’s your confession for the day?!