That was me Saturday. I was going to be super productive; I was going to catch up on my sewing projects, meal plan for next week, go shopping and buy myself some new clothes, craft with a friend later...
Well, I made it to the grocery store. Without a list. So, $140 later and I'm unsure what I bought besides cheese and a new lunch bag.
I also made it to my couch with a pizza. Netflix and naps became my best friend on Saturday. If this visual isn't the perfect picture of singledom, then I don't know what is.
It's 2 p.m.
Imagine me in my sweats, on a deep brown leather couch covered in crocheted blankets. A plate of pizza on the vintage black musician's trunk that I use as a coffee table. American Horror Story - Hotel - on in the background because I still can't seem to start a new series with as much gusto as I can re-start something I've already seen and loved. The pizza is great but my stomach is kinda queasy. Call it too much alcohol the day before after a hiatus from drinking all week. I take bites here and there but what my body really needs is a nap.
So, I pause the show and roll over. Doze with FeeBee.
And then at some point, my stomach growls. I don't want to fully wake up so I just reach behind me with my left hand and grab a hold of my pizza and take a few bites, eyes still closed, and then put it back and go back to napping. Imagine this happening a few times over the next hour or so.
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| Even if it's napping and eating pizza at the same time. |
So, really - all the things I wanted to do didn't get done. But I did hang up a new organizational basket in my kitchen. Those of you who haven't seen my kitchen in person, it's really small and lime green! I love it but it is a test in tiny-house living when it comes to organizing it to make it as functional as it can be. I'm still getting used to that space and have yet to cook anything super complicated in it.
While I am in the fitness industry and maybe this whole post seems like a poor example of a healthy lifestyle, I am not regretful of yesterday's laziness. It's not my norm; I'm not condoning the behavior nor condemning it. Over the past week I had trouble sleeping - life's stress from all angles was taking over and taking a toll. My body and mind simply needed a break. Unapologetically alive - no regrets for blowing off the things you wanted to do, but doing the things you needed to do.
