The Self Healthy Eating Challenge: Night One

I recently turned 32. Quarter-life crisis that accompanies that aside, it got me thinking. I'm not a kid anymore. Like, really. It's time to stop half-heartedly paying attention to my heath and finally just get healthy once and for all.

So I quit smoking (Again. I know.), I've been jogging a bit more frequently, and I'm seriously considering inflating (and using!) that workout ball mom got me for my birthday. And I let this pin take over my life for a week.

Have y'all seen this pin yet? Cuz it's everywhere.

We now return you to my regularly scheduled existential crisis...

Remember when I was good at blogging? Yeah, me either. It's been five months since I last posted. Five. Months.

Remember this post? One of the last before I virtually shut the hell up? The one where I was all fulfilled and excited about new beginnings? Remember when I thought I finally had it all figured out? Yeah. Me either.

I thought I'd found it, that I'd finally figured out what I want to be when I grow up. But here am I, looking 32 in the face, still wondering what I'm going to do with my life. Sure, my new (okay I guess it's not so new anymore) bakery life has its perks. I love getting all OCD on chocolate dipping cookies. I adore many of my customers. I've learned a TON. But if I'm really honest with myself...if I really quiet all the rambling questions and to-do lists in my brain and allow myself the luxury of self-reflection...this isn't it. I thought it was. But it's not.