Days 17-24: The Quaran-fifteen and Heartbreak are Real

It's been a rough week. I have been eating a lot of cupcakes. Mom made No Bake Cookies and I ate most of them with a little assistance in like a day. Then we had bananas that were too ripe to eat and she made Banana Coconut Pecan muffins and I ate all of those in a few days. She made peanut butter cookies today and I am trying to limit my intake but THEY ARE SO GOOD.

Mom's yummy PB cookies and a trial run of my idea I am working on.

Stress eating and stress sleeping has become my jam this past week. I joked to my mom that I had gained the "COVID-19" meaning 19 pounds but she misunderstood and said, "Megan, don't joke about that." So I explained it and the joke was lost. Another friend referred to it as the Quaran-fifteen and I guess that is more straight forward and easy to understand since it is like your good old Freshman Fifteen. Mom and I have started to battle back, though, we have started working out at 9 AM every day. We have committed to 5 days a week for a 6 week program on Beachbody On Demand. We have done 3/30 days so we are on a roll. We would be on 4 days but I didn't feel good yesterday... I thinking from 1) eating too much random stuff ALL DAY LONG, and 2) stress tummy full of random stuff I had eaten all day long.

The weather is beautiful and we inspected our bikes today in hopes of getting out and riding wherever since there are less cars out and about. The flat roads all seem to be the busiest here so I have to take advantage of this stay home initiative and fight off my Quaran-fifiteen. But if anything the beautiful trees in bloom and sunshine will help with the depression I am definitely feeling. The grief of our changing world is so real. And with school being closed permanently for this school year I am just heartbroken. March to May is the sweet spot of the year. The kids are in their routines. We get each other. We see the end of the tunnel and know we are in it together. But I am not going to get that with these kids. Many of them are seniors so I might not even see them again. I don't get to say good bye. I don't get to say how proud of them I am. It's just done. I legit cried multiple times Monday when we got that news. I had to just go outside, be alone, and cry. I am getting a little teary typing this now. It just really sucks. I have some plans up my sleeve right  now and mom is helping me plan and execute so that really helps. Otherwise I am ready to put my head in and dig in to the next couple months.

The cherry tree in full bloom out my window.

Otherwise we are in a rhythm here.

Coffee-Good Morning America-Workout-Shower-Lunch-Nap-Craft-News-Dinner-Trashy TV-Bed

The start of my temperature blanket. I am so far through the days in January.

I've been doing my best to support local businesses and was especially happy when I saw a handwritten "THANK YOU" written in Highlighter on a Sticky Note on my 2 pounds of coffee I had ordered from Spokane Coffee Roasters Indaba Coffee and made sure to donate to Second Harvest's COVID Relief fund to help everyone who is food insecure have a place to go. I am too fortunate to have a job where I get my paycheck even while at home and don't have to worry about food past the lack of stock on store shelves. It is the least I can do to send some money to those who are helping others. If you are reading this I encourage you to do the same where you live.

They say staying home is working so that makes it all worth it. Me being fat and sad is an acceptable side effect to saving people's lives.

Good night y'all.

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