EPISODE 14: THE HARD PART
I remember writing my first post, saying that 22 weeks didn't feel like that long. I was wrong. 22 weeks is an eternity (hyperbolically speaking). Â
But the rest of my life also stretches to infinity, but that's my own infinity. I was about to go all existential. I wrote a whole paragraph about what life is and then deleted it all.. thank me later. But to circle back into reality, my point is - if 22 weeks is a "forever," then how the fuck do I think I can keep this up for the rest of my life. I'm not perfect now and this is just a sample of time - a trial.
(hashtag) things that keep me up at night
Ok. So this is hard. Being healthy, for me anyway, is difficult. To be specific, being healthy for 22 weeks is hard for me. It's SO much easier to get food handed to you out of a window, ready to eat in seconds upon retrieval, versus (1) compile a grocery list, (2) go to the grocery store, (3) prep the food, (4) make the food, (5) then you finally get to eat HOURS later. And as a single person, with a demanding job, and a skeleton version of a social life, hours become precious.
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