Beating of Life in My Veins

This morning, I had a surge of energy. I felt like going for a run. Instead, I told myself that I couldn’t risk getting too elevated emotionally from a vigorous workout (mania recovery). So, I chose not to run or ride my spin bike hard.

Then, all of that energy turned inward and crumpled my insides until I felt my muscles catabolised by this wretched condition of indifference.

Which means, I laid around and ate a Chantilly cake which is also not good for me because I’m lactose intolerant. Oh, and I also ate cheese.

Decided I couldn’t visit with dad today. I just need time to recover. I feel bad about it, but I will see him in the morning for breakfast. That is my favourite time to visit him anyway.

I feel like if I had jumped on my spin bike, I would have felt the beating of life in my veins, and I would have had a better day.

Instead, overindulgence has settled upon me, and I feel a little sick to my stomach; however, I managed to do some cleaning.

My kitchen has been pretty wrecked from my manic cycle. So, I cleaned it. Even tackled the microwave that my daughter had turned orange from blasting her chicken tikka masala.

Organised my morning water and protein shake station. I’ve been pulling stuff out of the cabinets in the morning and it annoys me and I have to look for stuff so I decided to make a dedicated area for those supplies. This should make my mornings easier.

Also, I made some soy milk which I will need this week. I’m running out of store-bought soy milk and decided to try homemade soy milk instead in protein shakes. I hope it isn’t too gross. I love hot soy milk. I don’t add sweetener.

This new soy milk machine separates the okara (soy pulp) from the milk. I don’t like that. Okara is full of protein and fibre so I re-added it to the milk and added a little more hot water to fill up the container.

Managed to clean up my coffee station. It desperately needed to be cleaned because I’m messy with the coffee grounds from the grinder! All these years, I hated how I couldn’t find a coffee machine to get to the right temperature. Then, I discovered that all I need is a kettle and a pour over coffee pot. So much easier. And more economical!

Well, I have tried to make up for this not-so-great day by doing things around the apartment that needed attention.

I wanted to tackle my bedroom, but I feel pretty tired. Perhaps tomorrow.

Thanks for reading, and I hope you find some good in not-so-good days.

I’ll leave you with Blessing Offor’s song, Brighter Days: