Have you ever had a really rough day? A day when you feel like your chest has been ripped open, driven over repeatedly by a school bus, and then been stapled sloppily back together? Today is one of those days. A blow to my ego, right between the urge to cry and throw up. I won’t go there, but the weak part of me wants to.
I am not here to focus on the sadness, or the pain. But sometimes I can’t escape it. The bitterness of many years of grief, and insecurity, and sheer mortification have leveled to the surface today. I will hold my head high. I will work harder. I will be better, if not now, then tomorrow.
The last of a nut butter jar. More greek yogurt. More muffins. I don’t think I’ll be able to eat the latter two tomorrow, but if I had more almond butter, I would probably finish the jar. Again.
Plain Chobani, honey, apple bran muffin, and homemade almond butter. Gone. Consumed at both breakfast, snack, and dinner. With a side of foliage and fall weather! As in, gorgeous sunlight and no humidity. Thank God.
Empty, in less than four days. The jar was only half-full, mind you. And it’s contents were irresistible.