Today I realized that my Instagrams have gone from daily selfies to the occasional photo of my pets. And I know exactly why. The past few months I just haven’t been feeling pretty enough to put my physical self on the internet. I don’t know if it’s because of this winter weather, because it’s hard to see the magic that is your body when it’s covered up in layers. Maybe it’s because I started eating bread again a few months ago and am feeling that layer of gluten goodness weighing me down. Maybe it’s because my new work schedule is making me to exhausted to push myself to work out every day. Maybe it’s because when there’s no boys to flirt with, or adventures to go on, that I don’t feel the urge to put forth a whole lot effort or even document the results.
No matter what it is, this sucks. Like, I’m seriously feeling like on of the before stories on a makeover show. No bueno. Because of this, I’ve decided to usher in spring early and start the ‘cleaning’ before the snow melts. Self spring cleaning and space spring cleaning. I have yet to map out my actual plan, but I know that the bread is the first thing that needs to go.
/And she’s off/