I just moved all my stuff into the new apartment – woah.
Like, you have no idea how much stuff you have until you actually have to go through every single thing.
But so worth it because I ended up completely detoxing my closet which I would never do unless I like.. had to.
I got rid of SO MANY clothes, shoes, bags, etc. that I don’t use or wear.
I did this thing where if I haven’t worn it in the past year, I got rid of it.
VERY HARD. I’m really really bad at saying bye to things. Even shirts ( huge sigh ).
But honestly I felt better after. Like anything, right?
ANYWAY. I have been super busy so I didn’t really eat that great this past week.
Honestly, I didn’t eat much at all. And when I did, it was like a shitty snack or something.
Then today, I finally ate two meals ( not as much I should be eating ) and it bloated the ever living shit out of me.
I obviously got upset about it because I felt so gross and was exhausted ( you know how that goes ) so for one split second I thought out loud “you shouldn’t have eaten that last meal.”
Hold the fuck on.
It brought me back to a few years ago when I used to do this on the regular.
Not so much because I was busy. But because I liked the feeling of not being full.
I don’t even want to say I liked not being full – I think it’s better phrased as I liked feeling empty, basically.
Sounds verrrrry very wrong. I know….