Cheater cheater melon eater

Yesterday's watermelon party with my Mom was much needed. Got to chat with my brothers a bit and indulged in some CHEAT FOOD 🤤 ...one real ballpark hotdog in a real bun....with Sour Cream and Onion Lays potato chips....a real Coca Cola....serving of tri colored sherbet...and WATERMELON 🤤 Oh me oh my it was glorious. Got caught up on family stuff and then did a social distance meetup with a friend for a snocone outside. I'm all socialed out and ready to hole up again now... And jump back on the clean eating wagon.

Saw this beauty on one of my walks and had to snap it!

Didn't start a painting this weekend because it seemed imperative that I scrub my fridge down and kind of make some sense and room for everything. Part of healthy eating is prep work in advance so you always have stuff ready to go... Otherwise it's not convenient and junk food is. Make healthy food convenient. Wash and chop that salad stuff, always have it ready. So it felt majorly fantastic to have a clean fridge again and space...for half a watermelon 😂

Today begins Phase 2 of Metabolic Renewal and I'm up waaay too early having my morning coffee. I'm already scheduling a nap later. Getting psyched up for the sweat session and butt kicking it will be.
A lot of healthy lifestyle changes going on over here and where my focus isn't on painting it's on rebuilding my health right now but it will all come together in due time.
Time to hit the Monday...at 4 am 😳 Have a great week everyone!

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