I would literally steal candy from a baby right now. LITERALLY. Right this second. Even if that baby had a half-eaten, gag-inducing Cadbury Creme Egg. The legit ones. The ones that look like a real egg. Wrapped in chocolate.

[SHUDDER]

Of course, that’s after I would punch the How I Met Your Mother writers in the boy parts. I gave you 9 years and you gave me…THAT?!

Guess I don’t have to tell anybody that the Whole30 processed sugar withdrawals have reared their impressively bitchy head.

[And also, was The Craft not one of the best movies of the 90s?!]

For the health of my personal being – but mostly the sake of my marriage – I inhaled dinner, grabbed my current book (Your Inner Fish), and headed to bed early.

Day 2
Breakfast – Um, I forgot to eat. For real. By the time I did preschool dropoff, ran a couple of errands, and turned in my hour on the treadmill, it was lunchtime.

Lunch – Leftover Spicy Date-Glazed Salmon, a baked sweet potato, and green beans

Dinner – Grilled chicken breasts (plain, grilled with S&P) topped with a mountainous scoop of strawberry-avocado salsa; baked sweet potato, and some steam-in-bag broccoli.

The hardest thing about today? EVERYTHING.

(And I’m a few days behind posting, but I’ve made the strawberry salsa twice this week just to have on hand. Because it also goes great with leftover salmon at lunch, too.)