2018-02-12 The Open Book

I’m an open book waiting for someone to pick a page and start reading. I’m waiting for the sweetest bookmark a girl could ever ask for. I’m waiting for something to write another page about. Oh man… what a way to start a Monday morning! For real.

This week I’m going to try and get my act together and finish my self study on AWS EC2 and get to the end of two books on my suggested reading list. That’s pretty lofty considering my pace so far. But if there is one thing I know about myself, it’s that if I set a goal I’m pretty determined about hitting it. The Whole 30 was a perfect example.

This is the LAST anyone will ever read from me On the subject. I said I wS going to do a whole post with my final analysis on the subject, but like 2016, I’m so over it and never want to think about it again.

I committed to 30 days eating nothing but Whole Foods with a ton of restrictions in order to do a dietary reset. After the first 7 days I didn’t want to be doing it anymore but stuck it out till the end anyhow. And for what? Apparently nothing. Ok. Not nothing.

The positives…

1. I discovered I can eat eggs every day and I still love them.
2. I proved I could do it.
3. I learned how to cook about a half a dozen new super tasty meals that are healthy.
4. I crossed doing anything remotely like this off my list fo-eva!

For funsies, here’s a list of things I have previously done and concluded I will never do again…

1. Participate in a hack-a-thon. Mmmmm… nope. Not unless the prize is like 7 days and nights at some bucket list destination. Then perhaps.

2. Climb a fourteener. Never again. I’ve never been so pushed past my physical limitations in all my life. Ok.. maybe if I was training to be on Survivor or something. But only that.

3. Any 24 hour long event. Like that 24 hour long game-a-thon I participated in for charity a few years ago. To deprive ones self of sleep that way is just pure ridiculousness. At hour 22 we started playing a D&D sort of game and that was madness. (Me and my sick Magi skills still kicked ass though).

4. Push another baby out of my vagina. Sorry for the graphic but that’s just to stress the gravity and reality of bearing children. Don’t get me wrong, being pregnant was amazing and I’ve often thought I would love to be pregnant again but… not delivery and, uh, not taking care of babies ever again. Not my jam.

5. Any water sport where drowning is even a remote possibiluty. Near death experiences will do that to a person.

I think that’s it. Anything else I’d be open to trying or trying again. So I guess I’m pretty much an open book in that respect too.
Time to commit another page to the story.

Peace and Love,
~Miss SugarCookie

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