I’m moving to California tomorrow.
I’m moving in with my grandparents who I’ve rarely talked to in the last 20 years. This should be interesting right? In fact, I talked to them on the phone yesterday for the first time in probably 15 years. That’s really no exaggeration. They asked me if a roll-away bed or an air mattress would be better. They asked me what I ate and if I was a vegetarian. I told them what I’ve been eating and they said “Oh! Well you’ll fit in here nicely!”
I’m sure I’ll have no problem losing weight living with them, they honestly eat like birds, but really so do I. I feel like I eat a lot but my stomach has become tiny. My stepdad says that I hardly eat anything. That’s not exactly true, I eat all day, they’re just small meals packed with protein, carbs and healthy fats. I drink so much water that it actually becomes hard to get all of my dietary needs in (I get so full!)
I’m excited to go workout on the beach, to eat as healthy as I can and just enjoy the sunshine. I’m happy to be doing this for myself. To find myself.
On a side note I worked out today for the first time in 6 days. I just didn’t get the time, ugh. It would have been a great workout if I hadn’t eaten breakfast so close to it. My stomach starting aching and I had to stop running after 10 minutes, but then continued intervals. I still did a 5k under 40 minutes, so that’s something to be proud of.
Please pray for me! Pray for the people in Missouri whose towns were just destroyed by tornadoes (and that this doesn’t happen while I’m there and that if there’s some way for me to help, to guide me).
Luckily I like birds and am happy to eat like one.