REMEMBER THAT BRIGHT beautiful thing that hangs out in the sky and beams happiness down on all the land? What’s it called again? Oh yah, the sun. Yah, I miss that guy.
The sun for realz has a direct correlation to my mood and motivation. Lots of sun = a happy, productive me. No sun = a sluggish, frumpy mess. You know it’s bad when you wake up every morning and try to convince yourself (ahem: secretly hope that) you’re sick so you don’t have to get out of bed (see above photo).
And don’t even get me started on what I’ve been eating. One look in my kitchen and you’d be convinced that a 14-year old boy lives here. I’m a pizza pocket away from my voice getting deeper. Okay, the pizza pocket is an exaggeration (I haven’t stooped that low) but my ramen noodle scene is at a 911 and apparently my desire to eat well is hanging out in the back of my closet with my bikinis.
BUT. I’m putting my foot down and calling myself out on my own shit. Sun or no sun this little lady has a life to live and I have a hunch there is something more out there for me than aimlessly swiping left and right on Tinder.
MOVE OVER MOVEMBER, I’M DECLARING IT MOVE-EMBER (see what I did there).