|I love this photo!|
It actually is a form of torture. That's the idea. I need to install an eject button under my couch cushions, but until then my Trikke will sit in the living room where I need to step around her to get to the kitchen. Did I just uncover another motivating factor in my journey to control my bad eating habits? I must step around my Trikke to get to the kitchen...
So while I enjoy the company of Black Birdie, I will be conscious of whether I can curb the marshmallow creme dreams and focus on brown rice and veggies to fill out my menu and stomach. This is after all the beginning of a new month with promises of warm weather and the familiar heartbeat of spring.
I already feel more alive.