Living off fast food, gas station grub, vending, and the occasional pizza made me hurt for a good meal.
I have worked multiple jobs, been a college student for 10 years, and am so sick of fast food. This week with an amazing amount of hours at work and messed up eating / sleeping conditions really wore on me.
I stood in front of the vending machine on the 3rd floor hoping it would provide something different, hardly. “Well an almond joy might actually be nutritious.”
Got home tonight and it was the best I felt all week. We are past the critical stage. Now restore and reconfigure is the game plan. During the week the few times I got to sit on my couch were not very comforting (worry filled me). Tonight was awesome. We headed to the store and made a meat and potato with gravy meal. I relaxed and wolfed down “real food”. Theresa started laughing when I took a break and told me to breathe.
While the beef was getting firmer in the freezer I whipped up a batch of vanilla bean ice cream (you can see it on my flicker, will be a post). Gonna churn it up during lunch if we get one tomorrow.
I have to wear pants Mon morning 🙁 Been rocking jeans and sandals since tuesday. If I am working 16 hours I better be comfortable. Wearing pants with my shirt tucked in is the most demoralizing thing I have ever dealt with. Pants steal your soul.
I am glad that things are going better, I love that I can once again enjoy a meal that I made from scratch from raw ingredients, I am glad to have a strong community of friends and peeps that support me. Oh man I so hope 5 O clock actually means something to me again some time here soon. I got a roast to cook and enjoy for a few meals.