The weekend

I spent the weekend demonstrating cake.  CAKE.  Many hours of standing in front of cake, smelling cake, cutting cake.  And NOT eating cake.  Yes it was as frustrating as it sounds because it was GOOD cake.  And I did not even bring any home.

Weekends are hard.  the schedule changes - I don't have class, I have work.  Everyone around me is in weekend, relaxing mode.  I am in 'well...days are less than 14 hours out of the house long, I guess I can call this a break mode'.  And weekends are when I am less motivated to cook, or cook something decent.  I want fast, easy and tasty then.

But I was good - I didn't eat cake, we didn't go out to eat, and although we bought a grocery store chicken, I stayed in line with my plan.

By Monday I was frustrated - I had an I don't want to be doing this moment.  I am tired of menu planning in advance. Of spending too much time thinking, and I was tired of not having me time.

Turns out that was my body's ways of saying 'Tuesday you will be sick'.

Its moments like these when I pull out my fav quote "Courage does not always roar.  Sometimes courage is the voice at the end of the day saying I'll try again tomorrow"

I will again tomorrow.  Today?  I'm eating veggie soup, and likely going to not eat all the food I'm supposed to.  But I will also not be doing a lot.