I've been doing a good job at controlling my cravings for sweets. My usual Starbucks order of a grande iced coffee with soymilk, sweetened with caramel, hazelnut, toffee nut or pumpkin spice [depending on my mood or the season] has turned into a tall iced coffee with soymilk - unsweetened. I've been having my green tea without honey, and I've been buying natural peanut butter that doesn't list sugar as one of the ingredients - the kind you have to stir because the oil will otherwise sit at the top. This also means I haven't had dessert, of any kind in quite a while.

Then came Sunday.

This is me dumping a few photos from my phone. A phone that has come back from its phone coma, because God decided it wasn't time for it to go to phone heaven.

That rice trick works.

Moral of the story: always keep rice in your kitchen.

It was a regular Friday afternoon, except for the fact that I had been drinking more water than usual. I'm  trying to get my recommended 64 ounce intake every day, and since 64 ounces is about 32 ounces more than I usually consume, my bladder is still adjusting. This means I'm running to the nearest bathroom every 30 minutes like I belong in an overactive bladder commercial. This also means if I try to hold it in while I'm running errands because I don't want to use a public restroom, I'll be sprinting to my toilet once I finally get back home. That's exactly what happened this past Friday. 

Saturday was supposed to be a productive day in my world. The plan was to wake up around 8am, head to yoga, come home and shower, clean my place, tackle the stacks of laundry piled up in my closet, write a couple articles for work, meet moms for dinner and head downtown to party with my cousins that evening. From that list, the only things that happened were the shower and the party. I managed to spend my entire afternoon on the couch in front of the tv (visual aid), and I have not one regret. Being in "go" mode all the time might be good for the hustle, but it's not the move for my soul. I have a whole little section of this blog carved out for posts about love, and I didn't even have the time/energy to pop up a Valentine's Day post of some sort.

Sunday afternoon was spend downtown with a few friends. We parked and walked through Centennial Olympic Park, and I was reminded how nice the area looks when the sun is shining and the fountains are flowing. It looks even nicer now that there's a 200ft tall ferris wheel in the mix. Looking back, I wish I would've taken advantage of this amazing study space when I lived nearby on the Georgia State campus.

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