Sleepless in Cincinnati

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Almost midnight and I'm awake...

That only means one thing. The Red Monster has arrived. Greetings, favorite people in the world. It's my birthday week and my body is in auto-sabotage mode. My period decided to grace my life three days before her due date and I'm already borderline intoxicated with Midol and Ibuprofen. 
For someone like me, anything past 10:00 o' clock is past my bedtime. I'm living on the edge by even considering being productive tomorrow after not having eight hours of sleep. But hey, I'm all about the YOLO life.
Talking about YOLO, after careful consideration and a terrible hangover Monday morning, I decided not to drink ever again. We all know that's a lie but I don't think my body will be able to endure that kind of behavior anytime soon. I mean, it was fun, I had a great weekend but the consequences were destructive. 
Oh! And guess who has been working out and eating healthy? This bitch right here! Wanna know why and how you can start? All you need is a picture of yourself taken from someone else's phone without a Snapchat filter or an angle. Jesus fuck! My face by itself weighs 45 pounds. As soon as I saw that and with a hangover that only God herself could cure, I asked Ry, "Can we start working out today?". He replied, "Eeeeh, not today cause I'm hangover but yeah". In his defense, he has been committed to the workout thing for over two weeks now and understandably he was shocked. The failed attempts of our workouts are usually because he forces me to do them and most of the time they end with me yelling at him due to his "pushiness". How devoted to all of these I am you're asking? Well, today I was cramping pretty fucking bad and I still managed to do a sloppy workout and cooked a healthy dinner. So jokes on you, life!
It's a weird feeling when you feel positive about what's coming, especially when you're a self-diagnosed pessimist/realist. I'm grateful for the things I've accomplished in the last couple of years, the people I've met and the challenges on the road. Yes, I'm in that part of my period where I'm sentimental and nice. Also, I'm listening to Sigur Ros and that definitely makes me feel some sort of way... Deal with it! 
Maybe it's the excess of "drugs" in my body or the lack of sugar and greasy food not letting me think straight but I won't let the hell visiting my uterus ruin my birthday week. So yeah, maybe the Dirty Thirty will be filled with sedentarism and bad decisions but I will do my best to prove otherwise. At least for myself, you know, the one that really matters.
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P.S: 4,645 people died in Puerto Rico due to the negligence of the government after Hurricane Maria. Don't forget about them. 🇵🇷


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