..I had a love affair with a sandwich. Not just any sandwich..the sandwich. The mecca of all sandwiches. The peanut butter and jelly.
The time has come where I no longer crave a PB&J. I am ashamed to even admit this. I have eaten a PB&J every day for what feels like a year. Some days I skipped out on one, but made up for it by eating two the next day. The past few days I have forced myself to eat one. Why am I tell you this? It’s a sad day in Brittanyville..I am officially taking a break from peanut butter and jelly. I have eaten the same thing everyday for weeks and am starting to feel sluggish and sick. I can’t survive off of PB&J all day. It’s time to start creating better meals in the kitchen again.
Another depressing topic, I have no motivation to run. None. Not a single fiber in my body has said to me, “hey we should run, it makes you feel good and gives other people a good laugh.” Instead I continue to spin spin spin at the gym until my thighs burn. I’m drowning my sorrows on a spin bike and feeling shitty for not wanting to run. Someone please give me a push and convince me why I should go run right now. Otherwise I will revert to running 2 miles and calling it good. Wait didn’t I run a half marathon recently? Yeah, so much for that. Maybe I should break up with running for a bit too. I ate a lot of PB&Js when I ran, maybe they go hand in hand. I can’t do one without the other.
Just in case you’re wondering what I’ve been doing with my time while I should be running, or reading, or doing something productive (because I know you’re all dying to know) I have been spending time with the two men in my life. Thing one and thing two.
Q: Please tell me something funny.