Bye, Norma!
Gasp and clutch your pearls! Did she just say that the great Marilyn Monroe could get the hell on?!? Damn right I did. So what? She ain’t/wasn’t perfect. *cough* JFK *cough *a bunch of other dudes* But this song for sure, she is wrong about.
I’m not a big jewelry hound. I’m not saying I don’t have any jewelry, because I do, I just don’t really wear it. I did wear it daily when I was going to work in an office, but now, I work remotely and hubby isn’t really interested in cute outfits with matching jewelry (not that anyone in the office was either, but I had standards to keep). So, yep, I put my wedding ring on if I’m going out somewhere, but other than that, my earrings/bracelets/rings/necklaces are just chilling in my jewelry box(es).
BUT, you know what is/are my best friend? SOCKS!! I have sock problems. No show, ankle, crew, knee, and thigh-high I have them all. Socks for sliding around the house, socks for sliding around the studio, and compression socks for working out. I LOVE SOCKS! I have stripes and checks, dots, hearts, and puzzle pieces. There are Batman, bacon, and Namaste as Fuck socks. Like I said, I have a sock problem. I’m ok with it though. Hubby enables me. When you’re married to me, it’s 1000% acceptable to give socks as a gift. Ain’t he lucky?
Let’s pop into the journey, shall we? Don’t stop believing.
Today in the shake, I learned a valuable lesson. I need to go ahead and puree my blackberries and strain them because I spent WAY too much time spitting out seeds while trying to drink my shake. *facepalm* However, having the right amount of fluid in it made it, again, something I didn’t hate. I wouldn’t say that I’m a picky eater, but I would go out on a limb and say that I have a refined palate. Thanks, Club Med! Introducing me to world foods. Texture is almost more important than taste in some cases. I’m weird. Know what’s great? The texture of a kiwi. I love the sandiness of it. See? Weird.
Anyway, nothing has changed with my mood or energy. I did have a brief moment of extra tired last night before it was time to actually be tired, but it passed pretty quickly. I’ve been sleeping like a champ. Solid 6.5 hours, pushing 7 over the last two weeks. The last two nights, the ole Fitbit said my sleep was excellent. We’ll see if that streak holds. I’ve never really had sleep issues, but high sleep scores are fun to see. I remain my same slightly grumpy at the world but generally pleasant self.
Still pooping. I think that the shake may send me to the land of two poops a day. I can deal with that being at home. Besides, we’re all walking around with like 5 pounds of shit in our colons (or so they say. Who knows if it’s true. Do you get an ultrasound of a colon? Can’t be an x-ray. MRI doesn’t really make sense. I digress. Not important. But what is important and kinda going along with the poop is drinking all of this water. First two days I had to pee just under a million times. Fortunately, the bathroom is right next to my office and my office is in my house and nobody cares how many times I pee. But if you’re at home often, this is the perfect time to up that water intake. Cuz you’re probably dehydrated.
Well, since my router died and now I gotta use data…peace!