TGIF! What a week. Hubby has been away all week long on another business trip, s once again it’s me and the boys. Hectic, but love spending the quality time with them.
OMG and greedy
me. Since I got to Germany I have been eating practically nothing but these delicious rolls called Broetchen (getting my comp to put the two dots above the ‘o’ is too complicated for me) There’s a bakery within like 2 minutes of where I live and suffice it to say they know me there to the point where I’m always a little embarrassed going in. But those rolls are too hard to resist. Anywhoo, I put on some pounds from eating them every single day. No self control here, I know.
So I started a low (almost no) carb diet. I did well on it until four days in. Jesus Christ I thought I was going to die. The first three days weren’t so bad, but by Tuesday, my eyes hurt, felt heavy and tight. I was walking around in a brain fog, could barely think. I was just walking around like a zombie. I kept going though, trying to tell myself it wasn’t that bad. Dear God, I was laying in bed couldn’t fall asleep, because I felt like crap, and then I was terrified I was actually going to die. I couldn’t take it anymore. I jumped out of bed and basically ate everything I could get my hands. It was just one of those “Screw this shit” moment. I tell you, it felt so dam good to eat, there was ZERO guilt.
I don’t care what anyone says. I would NEVER again deny myself anything for the sake of losing weight. I mean, yeah I’m still watching calories and exercising, but I’m eating what I want now and I feel better than ever. *shudders* I just really regret starting that diet.
And that was the majority of my week. Of course I barely got any writing done and I’m okay with it. It’s still a bit hard for me to come down from last year when I was writing with every single free minute I had. There’s a quote that I really love and I wish I could find the person to give credit to, or even the exact quote. It’s something like this. “When a writer isn’t writing, a writer is thinking about writing.” Truer words never spoken. There’s also the guilt that comes with it. I think to myself, while I find the spare moments to exercise, “I should be writing instead.” Just one of those things, not enough time in the day.
So basically I’m in a form of limbo until August when there will be a spot for my ‘baby’ in Kindergarten. I keep trying to reminding myself that it’s okay to go slow and take it easy. Which is very hard for me, because once I get something in my head, I’m all gung ho, just want to put 100% into it and block out everything else until I get it done.
Anywhoo, hope ya’ll can bear with me for a couple of months, until I get back on track with my schedule. I have a lot more in store, works that I hope will be much longer than what I’ve been putting out.