I officially HATE cooking!
This is coming from the girl who used to LOVE making foods for parties, football games, any family function or just a new recipe for dinner…
Now….I dread every fuckin meal!
I just did my 4th load of dishes…today. It has gotten to the point that I hand wash them to avoid the over clutter on the counter.
I give props to our grandparents! I officially feel like Grandma Vonda. My house smells of bone broth and celery. I’ve made broth 3 times since this change and my house smells like heaven, but I feel like hell.
I just wish so badly I could order Chinese food or any sort of takeout! This is where this change gets so emotionally tolling! I am worn out. I got so used to easy and convenient meals that this is just pissing me off. I am over cooking. I hate it.
Someone feed me tacos and tell me I’m pretty. 🌮🌮🌮