So I fell off the meat wagon. It's been a rough month and now that Summer Jobs is done at work I took some extra time off to relax before the long weekend. Why wouldn't I get in a fight with my father? I was already on edge from my Uncle Jimmy dying then my father and his "issues" Had to press my buttons. I do have to say that thanks to my little assertiveness deal I stuck up for myself. I get that we are all supose to respect our parents but I'm old and I'm not going to be picked on in my own house.
Needless to say after that I was upset and after buying a new house (it's a long story) I made my way to Wendy's and had both beef and bacon. I'm not proud of my tasty mistake. But it seems when I get upset I turn to meat now. Today, I feel not the best and last night I was congested.
I guess we all have things that send us over the edge. I'm working hard at not emotionally eating. I really don't have a choice anymore since I have the beats. Still. I've been trying to keep my cool and enjoy this weekend non the less. I was up at 7 doing laundry to hang out on the line and am now sitting in a pair of very ugly men's boxers drinking a tea. I really don't know when I became this person, who is so happy and content with my life. Weird as it is at times. I am very happy.
I might right later. Right now I need to enjoy wearing nothing but boxers and thinking about going outside to work on my yard.