I love my husband. Last night he played around with my food photos and put together my very own zine-style juicing journal, with lined pages and everything.
How fun it that? I love it.
The printer was out of yellow ink, so things look wonky, but I don't care because it's my very own little zine-style juicing journal. I know, I'm very spoiled. Yes, I am.
Meanwhile, it's day 18 of my reboot. Which feels both like no time has passed, and a long time has passed. I dunno. It's weird. I have so far to go, but this is a solid start.
My goal is to reach this time next year, and not be sick anymore. To be able to be near an ill person, and have my body be strong enough to kick some serious germ killing ass.
Or arse. Both are good.