Today pretty much stunk.

It’s funny how I never noticed being bloated until I was less fat.

Work? Yeah. Not so fun. Nothing major, you know? Just work stuff.

I was feeling wonky this morning (hello Mr. Bloat!) so I dressed all in grey. Doesn’t do a lot for the mood.

Family drama. Oh, the drama. Entertaining? Yes. But also a little draining.

Saw a really cute little kid last night. With a ukelele. Reminded me that I don’t have a cute little kid. With a ukelele.

Lunch meeting. Lunch provided. Pizza and cake. I had both. I’ve beat myself up for that all day.

Today has felt like I was just…almost walking through mud. Nothing has been simple. I haven’t felt like I fit anywhere. Just off.

But then, just like the hairwashing episode from a few weeks back, I started to snap out ot if. I was doing the Biggest Loser Yoga dvd (man, I love Bob Harper). The first downward dog pose…

I caught a whiff of my shirt. Nice. Lavender. Hmmmm…

Every time I breathed in, I smelled it. Comforting, fresh, clean, new.

And with every breath, I started to turn my day around.

I may never take my green shirt off.