So, … My Last Bite

No leftovers today. Boo. Wasting moola we might not make more of in the future. Geez I’ve got to get over this worry. B is actually out today bidding on work. He’s doing what needs to be done. Why should he worry?? That’s my department.

Back to the beginning … I’m eating lunch. A turkey club with guacamole and alfalfa sprouts. No chips or soda because tomorrow is my Health Risk Assessment at work. If I do good, I’ll get 500 points. I get 100 just for showing up. Saweet.

I’m also about to embark on a wellness journey and I’ve been reading about IF. Not if but IF. A movement called intermittent fasting. I’m sure it’s the opposite of health but wtf. One guy joked that we all practice IF … it’s called sleeping 😴. Lol. True enough.

My hours to eat will be 10 to 6. Then boom the window closes. I’m going to find a sustainable meal plan too. No more sammiches of the three slices of bread variety. But I’m not going cuckoo. I’ll still eat the occasional sammich.

I may or may not post about my wellness “journey”. Dang I hate that word. Corporate speak. I’m a gypsy in a white collar world. Everything isn’t a journey. This is a quest!! Lol.

To follow that star. No matter how hopeless. No matter how far. To fight for the right without question or pause. To be willing to march into hell for a heavenly cause.

Dang. Sing it sister. My Glee Club days are showing.

Have a good one y’all.

As always more to come.

So, … I Blame The Full Moon

I had another sleepless night.  Well maybe that description is not accurate.  I went to bed at a decent hour and fell fast asleep.  I just didn’t stay that way.  I have a tactic that really works which is not to look at the clock when I do wake up.  I also use deep breathing and anxiety techniques.  I almost always fall back asleep as evidenced by weird dreams and waking with a start when the alarm finally goes off.

In my dream this morning, I ran into friends of my parents having lunch.  I stopped to talk and they told me my brother had been moved into their nursing home and I should come back with them to visit him. The scene was all very “Cool Kids” FOX TV show that airs on Fridays.  What I saw in my dream like state was horrific though.  Not comical in the least.  I stepped through a blood spattered tiled hallway.  I was anxious thinking I would be infected but some incurable disease.  I made it down the hallway and was peeking through a window to a rec room.  I saw him sitting around a table with others.  Then I decided I did not want him to see me.  At that moment,  beep, beep, beep goes the alarm.

I realized I did not write out the demons about what happened to my brother.   I felt it was not my story to tell but obviously, his situation affected me.  My subconscious carries the weight.  One day soon, the weight might have to go.  I feel a releasing the hounds in my near future.

As always, more to come.