“So, should we go for it?”
My 5 o’clock alarm went off, and I dutifully swung my legs over the side of the bed to sit up. I knew the faster I made myself upright, the easier it would be to keep that momentum rolling into the rest of the morning’s routine. And I needed all the momentum I could muster.
When I was a kid, I ached for adulthood. And now, here I am.
“So, how’s the diet going?!”
We hiked to the summit of a mountain two days ago, my roommates and I. It’s a bizarre thing to do, going to the top of a mountain for no purpose other than to turn around and lower yourself back down again. And at the same time, in all its bizarreness, it seems to me like an incredibly human thing to do.
To get ready for week two of our 4-week diet experiment, I went to two supermarkets last night and still couldn’t quite meet my whole grocery list. Sigh. Why so many grocery stops? Essentially, because I’m a picky meat-eater.
And so, it begins.