Vol. 6, No. 39 | Pass the Turkey Sub
Tomorrow is Thanksgiving and I’d like to say how grateful I am for all of you. I’ve been writing this newsletter for almost a full year now (can you believe it?!) and it wouldn’t exist if you guys didn’t read it and share it. Thank you!
I know I skipped a week (or two), it’s because I needed a minute to get readjusted and do some emotional purging. During my hiatus, here’s what I’ve been up to:
As I wrote about in my last newsletter, the first week of November was a flurry of activity. I was so tired of food that I decided to do a juice cleanse. That’s right, for five days I stayed home and drank juices instead of chewing anything. I’m not sure this is something that I would recommend for everyone (not eating is pretty extreme), but it was definitely the reset that I needed. I’d been eating in a completely unbalanced way and couldn’t quite course correct. This cleanse allowed me to do that.
I now find myself opting for salads when I’m out. Through this I’ve realized that I strongly dislike “fall salads”. Please keep your arugula. I’ll also pass on the chili spiced vegetables.
My one guilty pleasure in the past few weeks came because I went to Jersey for a wedding this weekend. The wedding was 30 minutes from where I grew up and in an area that I haven’t visited in over 10 years. My first thought…I have to stop at Wawa. Now, if you’re unfamiliar with Wawa or heard rumblings of it being like a 7-Eleven, I’m not sure what to say to you. Most of my childhood memories are wrapped up in these buildings. I had to stop in and get a turkey sub. There are far more options than they had when I was growing up and it made remembering my usual order difficult. In the end, I had something that resembled the memory that I’d fondly carried with me. However, it also wasn’t as satisfying and I don’t think I’ll ever need another one.
I found myself full of emotions as I drove along the Garden State Parkway. I’m still not sure what caused it or what the actual thoughts were. Maybe it will come to me at another time. I will say though that being back in the town that I grew up in reminded me of how far I’ve come. That awkward little girl would be very proud of the awkward adult that I’ve become.
Happy Thanksgiving! I hope you all have a great holiday.