Wallow with me. Or not.
I think more than I act, worry myself to death and end up spending the day on TikTok and Twitter. Before you judge me, truthfully I promise myself every night I’d resume exercises I stopped well over a year ago the next morning to reduce the mass of visceral fat in my abdomen, get slimmer waist and better glutes. But I let go of that dream the moment I shut my eyes and struggle to get some sleep. The next beautiful morning, I wake up too tired and hungry to even talk a walk down the street or jog. And yes, I think about how broke I am, blame it on not being a trust fund kid and keep scrolling TikTok. I mostly skip breakfast and by the time I decide to eat anything, it’s already almost 2pm. Wasted mornings? I am writing this, not because I want you to remind me that it’s just my fault for being lazy and always complaining I didn’t get handed cocoa pods by Life but to let you know I want you to go with me on this journey of self discovery. In retrospect, I used to be muc...