I should probably stop trying to meditate while laying in bed at 9:30pm with the lights off.
But if I do choose to engage in said meditating at said time with said mood lighting, I should at least brush my teeth, wash my face and put on pajamas knowing I will nod off despite my good intentions.
That way, when I wake up at 1:34am, I can turn off all the lights in my apartment before falling right back asleep on my drool-stained pillow. Instead, I am forced to change out of my daily street clothes, wash my greasy skin and brush my grimy toofers, which inevitably perks me up and causes me to catch a tremendous case of “monkey mind” where I am not able to fall asleep again for another hour or so.
This is my life.
It involves spontaneous bouts of speaking in Spanish, narcolepsy and the food group known as chocolate.
Not to switch countries and languages then back again but…le amo.
I love it.
Because who would rather shed tears than eat that decadent concoction?
Not yours truly.
Grammarazzi…a little help with this one please?
I like smoothies.
1 Oikos Chocolate Greek yog cup
1/4 cup organic skim milk
1 diced frozen banana
1/2 T peanut butter
I also like coffee a lot.
When you mix coffee AND chocolate, I really get happy.
It may have taken over the #1 spot. It was perfectly chocolatey with a generous hint of rich coffee flavor, and I wouldn’t lie about that.
I wouldn’t lie about statistics either.
For 140 calories, 16 grams of protein and 7 good-for-you ingredients, I don’t know how they do it.
Good on ya Simply Bar, good on ya.
Just saying that makes me miss Australia and saying good on ya, bush pig and right-O before being inappropriately felt up by Australian men on the dance floor of grungy beach bars.
At least I still have PB+B toast.
It never lets me down.
It hits the spot every.single.time. In winter, in summer; for breakfast, for dinner; for mealtime, for snacking; in sickness, in health; for long as we both shall live, I take thee PB+B toast as my lawfully wedded husband.
The male persuasion isn’t exactly lining up outside my door at the moment, if ya know what I mean.
Life is not perfect.
It never will be.
But with the help of a pint of Chocolate Hazelnut Fudge Coconut Bliss…
The bad days don’t seem so bad.
Today wasn’t a very good day.
But it’s okay.
Because this is my life, and I am going to meditate sitting up, eat chocolate instead of crying, look forward to drinking coffee + eating PB+B toast in the morning, plan another travel venture (where I will perhaps meet someone of the male persuasion…) and remember that tomorrow is a brand new day.