Burny Muscles, Burny Tongue, Happy Autumn

It is windy, and cloudy, and everything outside is covered in orange and gold.

Like nature trying to mimic fire instead of actually burning.

With that said,. I have also entered my Inner Autumn, aka my Follicular Phase, which means I'm all about my comfiest joggers, cozy vibes, and warming spices in all my foods. I want hearty, and rich, and full of flavor, with a little heat to keep that cold edge in the wind off my bones.

I'm a hobbit at heart, a little Mexican Italian Hobbit.

So I scrounged in my fridge around lunch time today and whipped up something incredible. I found a stack of Poblano Peppers from a friends garden on their last leg in my crisper and decided they had to be the star of the show.

When I tell you that what I created today was an absolute masterpiece... my friend, please. I'm so full right now and yet I'd love to go ham on some seconds because it was everything I wanted it to be.

My lighting for that picture is terrible and you're probably like "Mia what the hell is that, it looks dangerous", but I'm telling youuuu. It slaps. It's fire. It's hearty and rich and cheesy and a little spicy and everything my brown ass needed on a windy fall day. It's also in the Recipe Vault, so go check it out if you want to try your own.,

Now I did all this magic AFTER, yes after, I woke up at 7am to have some alone time. just to be haunted by my son and youngest daughter. They got up not 5 minutes after I wiped my butt and finished my bathroom routine. I hadn't even had my breakfast or my tea, and I was so irked. Like listen, I got outta bed early on my day off so I could be alone for longer than 5 minutes.

I swear this was both of them looking at me from the hallway this morning.

I won't lie, I was a mean mom and I did not indulge them. I gave hugs and kisses and toast and sent them back to bed so I could continue on my mission to be a better, kinder person. I've just learned at this point that me being a better, kinder, person involves me having 20 minutes to myself with no other demands or needs or requests upon my body or my time. The only needs that must be met during that 20 minutes are mine, and I use them to get myself right mentally for whatever load I'm carrying that day. If I'm going to be a good mom, I need 20 minutes in the morning, and if it works out, another 30 a little later on so I can work out. Though there are many a time that I've gone to bed in my workout clothes so I could pop up and use those 20 minutes to sweat it out on the mat instead of leisurely enjoying my breakfast and tea.

I yanked out my new resistance bands today and tried doubling them up for a more intense pull. I'm trying to activate more of my back muscles as I test out this Back Support Program, and the easiest way to do that is to pull. So I pulled.

I also worked my lower body and absolutely wrecked my glutes. Sitting on them right now as I type this is a different kind of torment.

So my back is tired and sore and so is my booty and I'm just ready to get a manicure and drink some Spiced Cocoa.