Last night I ended my prolonged fasting after 4 days, 3 days short of my original goals of 7 days.

Yesterday I was this close to quit my prolonged fasting. It was the worst day so far. Headaches, pain in my legs, fatigue, funny taste in my mouth.

Last Sunday I decided I’d finally do something I’ve been postponing for a while: a prolonged fasting, spanning several days. The first day was easy and I didn’t feel any hunger whatsoever. On the second day, things started to become harder.

A sneak peak behind my life as a stay-at-home mom. You may find it boring (sometimes I do too 😂) but overall I enjoy my life that way.

Until a week ago, I used to wake up at the same time as Ellie. Usually around 8 or 9AM.

Since March 31supst/sup, I started to run again every 2 or 3 days. At first, I was running maybe 10 minutes, now I’m running an average of 30 to 35 minutes. I can see my body changing, especially in the belly area. There’s still a long way to go but I’m confident that by staying consistent I’ll get rid of my belly fat someday ^^

Next Monday it’s gonna be 1 month (already!) that I’m back running. I’m running 20 to 30 minutes every 2 or 3 days and it feels so damn good 😊

I’m not motivated to write every day. And more often than not, I struggle to find my words. Sometimes I even get envious of captions I read on Instagram because it’s written in very good English (meaning better than mine). But I know this is only in my head.

I’m writing whenever I can. Like right now, while the baby is asleep. And I’ll write as much as I can until my eyes can’t take it anymore or when the baby wakes up for some mama’s milk. Sometimes I manage to write 3 or 4 posts in a row. And sometimes I’m just writing dumb stuff that will remain drafts. I don’t really know where this will get me but, so far, I’m enjoying my journey as a mama/author/writer very much.

Very droopy.