For the first time in forever I stayed up into the wee hours of the morning reading. Not that the book is the greatest I’ve ever read but the story was engaging enough. Though part of me just needed the distraction … to escape. I was on a mission that failed.
My dreams were influenced by what I read and when I woke, I could not tell fantasy from non-fiction. Was the most surreal feeling. Ugh I hate this. Ugh I blame the weather. Or the quesadillas. Dinner last night was not my friend.
I’m struggling with that again. I’m confused by all the info. Talk about your overload. To Keto or not to Keto that is the question. Among all others. I’m hurting, lost, and falling back to bad patterns. Just tell me what to do and I will do it. This figuring out what’s right for me is for the birds. I need a meal plan and a sustainable lifestyle chain.
As always more to come.