Day one sucked... I cried and laughed and cried and cried..... I was an uber bitch. Like a raging fucking lunatic. I hid in my closet like a fucking child, a bad little punished child.
Day 2 was much better.... I did cry for 30seconds, but that was it. I felt free well free'er. It's the strangest thing.
Day 3 I feel like a boss. I'm better than day 2 and like 100 times better than day 1.
I was nervous this morning though because I wanted to leave quick for work so I could get a cigarette. I wanted one and not because I needed it but only because I wanted to see how I would feel. I didn't do it!! Yay me!!
I rode my bike again this morning! I felt free! My favorite 4 year old and I rode together! I pedaled and she rode shotgun (in a baby seat, properly strapped and secure).
I got to work....I ate all of my snacks before 10:45.... I got to work at 10. Ugh..... I decided a walk was necessary! Yea that's what I'll call it. Just a leisurely stroll in the sun. Who am I kidding, I was antsy as shit, sweating, getting nervous, looking all around. I had to get up and move, I had to get out of the space. I had to kick my feign, but I tell you what if that old Newport smoking lady would of been outside I might of tackled her. But she wasn't. I didn't.
I ate good for lunch
Butter beans and a turkey and provolone, on white bread with lettuce, tomato, onion and oil and vinegar.
I chewed gum A LOT!
I walked! Every chance I have gotten today I have walked. Aimlessly, up and down streets, diagonally in crosswalks. It feels good! I missed the outside! I can smell the world!
We biked again this evening, and I made Italian baked cauliflower for dinner, although mine wasn't as pleasant looking. It tasted great and the kids went back for seconds, so it must of been the shit.
I am happy!
Oh and waist measurement today was for fun but it was 85 cm hmmm...... :)
Chelsie
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