This morning was… an experience.
First of all, I woke up wearing Christmas pajama pants.
In May.
With a blue turtleneck tucked into them like I was about to model for some stores “Holiday Clearance Rack: Emotional Edition.”
Second of all, my alarm was supposed to make waking up easier.
It was Pedro Pascal – yes, THE Pedro Pascal – telling me I’m perfect.
You’d think waking up to your celebrity crush showering you with affection would feel amazing, right?
Wrong.
At 5AM, even Pedro Pascal is not safe from my wrath.
When that alarm started ringing, all I could think was:
“Pedro, I love you, but if you don’t shut the hell up right now…”
And honestly? I’m weirdly proud of myself.
Usually, when I like someone, I become obsessed – hanging on every text, every Instagram Story, every slightly flirty glance like it’s a signed affidavit of love.
So the fact that even Pedro Pascal couldn’t get me to bend at his every call this morning?
Character development.
(Or maybe it’s just how deep my hatred for mornings runs. Either way, growth.)
I still hit snooze like he was just some annoying coworker asking me to log into another meeting.
(Sorry, Pedro. It’s not you. It’s mornings.)
After snoozing my way through a few rounds of emotional betrayal, I dragged myself to the scale.
Now, mind you, I felt terrible.
Bloated. Heavy. Like I had somehow absorbed the entire Christmas dinner buffet through my holiday pants.
I was fully prepared for the worst.
But when I looked down…
203.4 pounds.
Down 2.2 pounds from Friday.
Me:
“Excuse me? Even with my Snooze Olympics? Even with my May Christmas outfit? Even with my entire body feeling like a water balloon?”
Apparently, yes.
Apparently, life doesn’t always need to look (or feel) perfect for good things to be happening.
Sometimes you’re wearing holiday pants in the wrong season.
Sometimes you’re telling Pedro Pascal to STFU at 5AM.
Sometimes you’re bloated and annoyed and running late.
And still –
you’re moving forward.
Today, I’m choosing to celebrate the chaos.
Because progress isn’t about waking up flawlessly, feeling magical, and having a cinematic montage morning.
It’s about showing up anyway.
Christmas pants, turtleneck, snoozed alarms, bloated body and all.
🖤Love, Loops