Today was interesting. The food was unremarkable: same breakfast, leftover salmon dinner for dinner. Cooked chicken for a Southwestern salad. Usually I’m a huge fan but today I struggled to finish my lunch because I started to get nauseous.


iceberg lettuce + chicken + ranch + tortilla strips

My stomach has been in knots all day.

During the 3 p.m. slump I had to wage war with myself to stay away from the snack carbs in the pantry. Instead I opted for an apple with peanut butter.

What am I doing to myself? Is this all worth it? Why not just be content in my current shape and keep chugging along through life? Then as put away laundry this song came on Pandora. Stupid cheesy overdone anthems. The words stuck with me today.

I’ll keep going because I’m not going to quit. Not this time.