September 5: A few hours ago, anxious as heck, I sat in the parking lot at my local gym, waiting. On a whim I signed up for a membership last week with some friends and tonight was my first time visiting said gym. We were taking a 30 minute #HIIT class and while I was excited to try it, I was crippled with fear and anxiety. I’m the heaviest I’ve ever been. My belly gets in the way of everything. I’m not bendy in any way. Like at all! And, I have hip issues. I hate being watched. My anxiety made me get to the gym 40 minutes early. Scared I’d be late. Scared to show up after the class started. Everyone looking at me. So I sat in the car waiting. Fretting. Beating myself up for letting myself “go” all these years. If I had stayed in shape, I wouldn’t be scared I’d throw up in front of everyone. I fretted until the very last minute before the class started. But knowing I had a friend waiting and counting on me made me move my butt out of that car. Inside the gym, I swipe my pass and I can
Every year, when the weather gets cooler I dig out my Instant Pot and try to embrace the process of pressure cooking a meal. It almost always leaves me in a panic: is it heating up? Is it pressurizing? Why is there steam coming out of the red bubble thingy? So many questions, no one to answer them! 🤬
So here I sit, another season of having a love-hate relationship with this machine that takes up way too much space on my counter and in my cupboards (hence why it’s been banished to the basement with all the other “amazing” kitchen appliances we’ve collected over the years).
And even if I’m not really sure if I used it correctly, my soup did cook, no one got food poisoning, and our bellies are full thanks to another tasty @skinnytaste recipe! Turkey cheeseburger soup for the win. And bonus, it was only 4 personal points for me…so I had two bowls of it. 🤷♀️
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