I’m on Day 12 of the Whole30 and I’m almost past the headaches. It’s funny how for weeks (possibly months) now I’ve been reliant on wine to wind down after a long, stressful day. I don’t even think about it now. I just chill and have some nice peach iced tea. The mornings are infinitely more pleasant without the vestiges of alcohol to muddy my start, too.
I’m sore constantly thanks to Orange Theory. Like, so sore I can barely sit on the toilet or walk up stairs. I remember when I was an athlete in high school and the first couple of weeks of swimming were pretty brutal. But we all got back into the swing of things eventually and that’s what I’m waiting for now. I may be 41, but my heart is still in the game.
I had yet another horrible first date with a handsy, creepy Frenchman (I’ll post about that soon) but also some really great sex with a new guy who’s so nice it hurts, but whose overall aesthetic isn’t really my style. I’m focusing on all the orgasms I had, though, and not all the hair that was in my face.
I’ve written a draft email for The Neighbor. It’s not finished yet. I’m still thinking and feeling it out. A reader left an incredible, heartfelt comment this morning with a nothing short of mind-blowing quote by Mary Oliver: “Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.”
Love you all with all my debauched little heart.
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