Ah, the most wonderful time of the month where I’m consistently tired and everything hurts for no frikkin reason. I probably won’t be running much more since my hips hurt but I’m still going to try and be as active as possible.
I prepped a nice salad for myself for lunch but dinner was chaotic. My eyes were definitely bigger than my stomach as I only ate half of that pasta and gave the rest to my kid; who inexplicably refused to eat their leftover pizza in favor of taking my food. My mom used to say that food always tastes better from your parent’s plate and I guess that old saying is true.