Mondays are for diets and feeling bloated

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I'm guessing you guys missed me? Hopefully! If not... Fuck you! JK JK or am I? My mom had surgery on Thursday and it's been all about her these past days. The surgery lasted around seven hours and I stayed the night with her, needless to say, I'm still damn tired. Everything went fantastic and she's recovering quickly so shout out to all of you that asked/sent messages, we really appreciated them. Yesterday, we celebrated my parents 40th wedding anniversary and honestly, that's a fucking long time to be with someone, especially with my dad. That woman seriously deserves a Nobel Prize. 

A couple of hours later, while we were laying in bed I asked Ry if he thought we'll last that long and he didn't say a word. It's all about the little things, folks! I mean, I'm surprised we've lasted this long but I don't say it to his face (until now)! In all honesty, I know how hard relationships can be even when you try to portray them as perfect as possible on your Instagram feed, so working through that is already an accomplishment. As a matter of fact, I think this is the first time that I've actually put some effort into a relationship and I'm pretty sure it doesn't have to do with "growing up or being mature". I'm convinced that it has to do with being away from home and unable to "escape" from the problems. Sometimes you just need to face your dilemmas, even when those dilemmas prefer texting the issue over having a real conversation. Enough about that. Let's talk about periods, baby! The only thing that I don't hate about my periods it's the magical twenty-eight-day cycle that makes it a pretty regular one, therefore, I know when to expect them blessings. Which means that I'm currently ovulating or as I like to call it "I'm bloated AF and it feels like someone stabs me in the ovary every sixteen minutes". I'm irritable, unimpressed and patience isn't really my thing but who am I kidding? That comes with the package errrday.  

Last night, like every Sunday, I decided to eat better, hence I'm supposed to cut sodas (again), bread and carbs. We all know (including myself) that this is bullshit so genuinely, I salute all of you that actually do this every day. I know I've been writing quite a lot about turning thirty but I really thought that with this crisis a godsend motivation would take over my body and it hasn't happened yet. Last week I downloaded "The Sims Mobile" to my iPad, Rita (my Sim) has abs and that's the closest I'll ever be to those. Isn't that fascinating?  So here I am, thinking about greasy food and how I'll trick myself yet again with the healthier lifestyle that won't happen. And with that the whole cycle begins, brace yourself, heavy mood swings are coming.