Throw back Thursday to Magic and free spirits. It’s been officially a week since my surgery and man am I struggling like hell to get back to a normal routine. I’m going house crazy and wondering why I’m still swollen as all heck. I’m trying to find that happy medium to moving around and not hurting like hell. And it IS HARD. Its also been a time to realize who my hard core tribe is. I’ve relied on them more than ever, and they’ve kept my family alive, forever grateful to that handful. 🖤 (you’re my boy Blue) —— I attempted a trip to @rebelfitness_ct and managed 15 mins on the assault bike before it felt like I assaulted the crap out of my abdomen and stitches. CAPTAINS LOG DAY 7: this sucks.
Some days become completely overwhelming. Like today. This morning my kitchen was spotless 😩. I had to repot almost all of my plants because apparently if you put them in old dirt they don’t grow. Who knew there was such a thing as old dirt. 🤷🏻♀️ Learned that from my Mama after I told her none of my plants were growing anymore. I decided to repot them inside. Because it just had to be done right now. Not later when it was warmer out. Finally after Felicity asking 35 million times for a snack 5 minutes before lunch. I just gave in and gave her the damn mini wheats she’d been following me around with. Lol. And etc. Etc. I could go on but I’ll stop complaining now. 😅 Hoping for a fresh (better) attitude after lunch. ✌🏻