It appears that I have jumped the emotional hurdle after choosing to share my miscarriage journey. Apparently all I needed was to speak up in order to move on. So by only sitting there and reading, you did this, people! Pat yourselves on the back.
I proudly exclaimed to Angel that “the snark is back!” and then spent 20 minutes explaining what that meant. I love having an English-as-a-second-language husband.
I decided that I’m going to give up caffeine for my health. So I threw out the morning’s Starbucks (Sidebar, what the heck is going on with them raising their prices?! I’m happy to part with my beloved Starbucks…. ignore today’s indiscretion), and went downstairs to the cafe to grab a quick lunch bite between meetings.
The elevators are broken, so I’ve been hiking up and down flights of stairs all day like it’s my job because, well, today it is. So I decided to reward myself with my go-to lunch choice of salad:
Whatever, potatoes are vegetables too.
I’ve burned at least 1/1000 of these calories just by walking down to get it. So there. I win.
And then because I have a girlish figure to maintain, I threw in one of these for good measure:
"Feel free to continue strutting down the hall like it's your own personal fashion runway" That's what the label says in case you can't read that in the photo
