Was sad and tired this morning that I ended up having a totally unhealthy day. To compound matters, I skipped yoga.
Tomorrow is another day.
It has been an action-packed two (almost three) months.
It is a pleasant surprise that a trying heartbreaking event brought us closer than ever...and even strengthened our bond as a couple with our families. It is also great news that I am learning a lot in the kitchen. I decided to use the blender today to abuse vegetables. Clean up is expectedly a headache, but given the results, it is well worth it.
Husband's Breakfast: Stewed Tomatoes and Eggs over Herb Couscous
My Brunch: Cauliflower Rice with Stewed Tomatoes
No added salt, very little oil (for the eggs), rich in flavor. We used organic tomatoes from Ilocos, and they were heavenly.
Maybe I should take pictures next time?
There are a lot of things to smile about, even grin and laugh about, married life. I honestly feel a more stable all-encompassing sense of happiness and fulfillment, especially as I take care of my husband and our home, and as I discover things about us that make me feel proud. I am also closer to my immediate family, and I see the world with a sense of gratitude that necessarily hugs me with humility.
I am even more efficient at work nowadays.
However, I feel a pang of listlessness bordering on incoherence that I seem to be walking with two left feet at certain times. For the past three days, my mind has been acing responsibilities but my body wants to stretch - both literally and figuratively. I feel so unhealthy, so overweight, so weak, that I cannot even find the inner strength to go to yoga class. Somehow, I feel that instead of going to yoga class at 6:30 in the morning, I could finish my memoranda for work before the 9 am mark - an accomplishment that would yield more benefits throughout the day, partly for myself but also for all my other areas of responsibility, compared to sweating it out in the hot room, which would yield benefits only for myself.
I am struggling through an inner conflict, even as I bask in happiness, and my skin is taking the brunt of the stress that the war is causing.
So I have been trying to tame the kitchen, whipping up scrambled eggs, French toast, fried salmon, fried cream dory, endless oatmeal, pesto, beans with tomatoes, stir-fried vegetables, and heating leftovers.
Still stumped on what to do today, though. But let's see. I have a couple of minutes left.
The new routine is taking its toll on my body, although I am really happy and still excited about every day.
I wonder when the birth pains would evolve into comfortable routine.