The last few days I feel like every time I overcome one shit storm I get thrown right back in to another. It hasn’t exactly helped that recently I’ve felt like garbage, but that is my fault since I’ve been eating like garbage. Delicious garbage, really. Even as my body has been begging for healthy, sustaining things like salads and H2O, I’ve been pretending to ignore it while stuffing my face with pie, Popeyes, crepes and grilled brie-chutney-pine nut sandwiches. Don’t get me wrong, these things were all 100% worth it but when you feel winded after walking to and fro the subway its time to take a step back.
Since my birthday I have fallen pretty damn hard off the work-out/eat-clean wagon. The past few weeks I’ve played around with the idea of setting myself up for a big push that will force me to inevitably get off my ass and put the Popeyes biscuits down. Maybe a 10k? Maybe a half marathon? Hell, maybe I’ll join a Crossfit cult? *Because lets be real those are a real thing* Who knows. What I do know is that, that day is not today and until I stop procrasinating my health & fitness is TBD.
Although I’ve let my laziness get the best of me this week, I did take a hot minute to revive and channel some passion and creativity into a new art project. This lil venture was sparked a few months ago while I was casually flipping through an issue of Food & Wine and found myself drooling with the turn of each page. I decided to start ripping out pics and text that inspired me from mags like Saveur, Bon Appétit and, of course, Food & Wine. It wasn’t long before these clippings came to life in the form of a 2 pt. raw collage/paint/canvas piece. It definitely felt good to pick up a paint brush again and I’m looking forward to finishing the 2nd part of this vision.
With all the creation that happened these last few days, there was bound to be a little destruction to even it out, right? Right. To my dismay, I returned back to my old apt to do a final clean before my lease officially ends in a few weeks. My real mission was to try and remove about 4 feet of adhesive off of my wall *don’t ask*, so I came armed with Goo Gone Pro-Power, Wall Putty and a bag full of foam brushes. Things took a dismal turn about half way through when I practically ripped the entire bottom half of the wall off. Thankfully, I was able salvage a few paint chips, which I will be using to make a 911 trip to Home Depot to use their witchcraft-paint matching-machine as a last dying effort to still get my deposit back. *Sigh*
After yet another moving-related fiasco I headed to the S with my head hanging low. As I neared the train I spotted a Popeyes and knew just what I needed to turn this day around. *Let it be known that this most definitely was a “my mind is telling me no, but my body, my body is telling me yyyeeeaasss” moment* In getting myself a little slice of heaven, also known as a Popeyes warm, buttery biscuit, I felt like things might just be OK after all. And sure enough, with that first bite all was right in the world again.
**Looks good as new, right?