I Only Loosely Track Non Starchy Vegetables Like The Ones In My Salad Because I’m Lazy And The Calorie

I went for a cozy walk today. It’s hot outside and I wanted to light a candle and walk in front of my tv so that’s what I did. I also downloaded this app that tracks your steps and you travel to fake Mordor, but I’m just using the free trial bc I haven’t decided if I want to buy the full version. With the trial you can only track one mile per day.

We tried to go for an outside walk after dinner but the halflings were being difficult and then we wound up getting in a conversation with our neighbors

A warm mug of Chai tea and Charmed while I work ☕️

I’m on my third rewatch of Over the Garden Wall this season. It’s fine.

And that’s a rock fact

SCREAM 2

I’ve only seen this one once, way back in the 1900’s.

Ten minutes in, I have thoughts

This takes place, what, 2 years after two teenagers brutally murder a bunch of other teenagers and, not only have they made a film about it, they are handing out ghost face costumes at the door. People are running around the theater pretending to murder each other for the entire length of the movie - or at least until someone is actually murdered.

Look, I’m not expecting realism in a slasher movie, but this is wild.

Also, Courtney Cox’s hair. Yeeew!

I am introducing my husband to Practical Magic tonight so naturally I got Halloween candy, lit every candle in the house, and made apple cider cocktails

I’m drinking a pumpkin beer and there’s nothing anyone can do about it 🎃

A cozy little lunch, because healthy hobbits eat their veggies 🥗

This isn’t an image thing - I’m fine with being squishy looking. But I’m feeling the negative effects of my squishiness. I just don’t feel good or comfortable of cozy. I feel sluggish and lazy and helpless. I want to change because

I have two small children and I don’t have the energy to give them all I can and it breaks my heart

I want to feel comfortable in my clothes

I want to live long enough to have a relationship with my adult children and grandchildren (if my kids choose to, or are able to, have them)

I am flying to Spain next year. I hate flying. I want to at least feel comfortable on such a long flight and not claustrophobic

I want to sleep better

I’m tired of my heels cracking under the pressure of my weight

I want to be able to fill my day with fun activity without feeling dead at the end of it.

I want to, hopefully, rid of my acid reflux

I want to feel good and healthy and active for as long and as late as I can in life

Time is going to pass anyway - I want to make the most of it

Watched Vivarium last night and I still feel uneasy. I’ve never been made so uncomfortable by a movie.

Kids playing in their rooms, sick husbo watching One Piece in the living room, gloomy rainy weather, and me - alone in the kitchen- making soup. I like it here.