I think I'm dying . . .

I think I’m dying- okay well in all reality not really dying but something is definitely off. As of late I have struggled to eat right, so I said fuck it and went with things I love. Last Friday I started not feeling 100%, my stomach was hurting me which later led to a strange occurrence of heartburn. It continued on like this all weekend long. Seriously, I had to- go containers in our refrigerator and I haven’t brought home a to-go box since I met my husband. Something is wrong! See why I think I’m dying? Eating is just like my thing.

I had lowered my portion size by so much that by the time Tuesday rolled around I had lost 5lbs. Crazy. All I did was eat less of the bad shit I was already putting into my body. Oh and another HUGE red flag- my beloved adult beverages were becoming something I only wanted to sip on and Kelly finished the rest. It is so strange.

Tuesday I found I was forcing myself to eat a peanut butter and jelly sandwich (I had to eat something). Then I thought- if I am forcing myself to eat bad stuff, then why not force myself to eat the good stuff.

So here I am. Enjoying  eating things like this and this.

Because this and this no longer looks appealing.

I’m not sure what is up, but I have decided to embrace it and see what happens. You know since all my favorite clothes are collecting dust in my closet and I find myself staring at them like I’m visiting a long lost friend.

So there you have it- my body has tricked my mind in to eating healthy. Hopefully that’s all it is.

But now I leave you to go celebrate the fact that it is Friday- which means IT’S THE WEEKEND!

Have a wonderful weekend and have a drink or two for me- you know since I’m dying ‘n all.