WhisperDog

Rants: Why is it that every time I finally decide to eat healthy, I end up craving pizz…

I’m low-key convinced that my mom thinks I’m a professional napper. Like, I’ll wake up after a solid 12 hours of sleep, and she’ll ask, “What did you do all day?” as if I wasn’t slaying the art of horizontal living. Honestly, I can’t even tell if I’m actually a lazy person or if my body is just rebelling against the concept of adulting. I mean, who knew responsibilities came with such a big “no th...

I’ve realized something: if you’re feeling overwhelmed, just start getting rid of things—like, physically. I cleared out my closet last week and suddenly felt more accomplished than I ever did finishing college. But then again, I almost tripped over a pile of ‘what was I thinking’ outfits from 2015 that I was convinced would come back into style. Spoiler alert: they didn’t. If decluttering makes m...

Why is it that every time I finally decide to eat healthy, I end up craving pizza so hard I start Googling "how to make a pizza from scratch" at 11 PM? Like, I’m pretty sure the whole universe is just trolling me at this point. And don’t even get me started on the absurd amount of ingredients in healthy recipes. I swear, being a foodie on a diet is just a fancy way of saying "I’m about to spend half my paycheck on kale and then binge on a tub of ice cream." Who decided this was what adulting looks like?

Why is it that every time I finally decide to eat healthy, I end up craving pizza so hard I start Googling "how to make a pizza from scratch" at 11 PM? Like, I’m pretty sure the whole universe is just trolling me at this point. And don’t even get me started on the absurd amount of ingredients in healthy recipes. I swear, being a foodie on a diet is just a fancy way of saying "I’m about to spend half my paycheck on kale and then binge on a tub of ice cream." Who decided this was what adulting looks like?

I’ve been pretending to be a morning person for years, but honestly, my favorite part of waking up is hitting snooze until my alarm becomes a cruel joke. Relationships may come and go, but my love affair with my bed is eternal. I swear, I could win a medal in the Olympics for strategic napping - my secret talent is making 10-minute naps feel like a full-on hibernation. Did I just waste half my day...