I have a few rules about what I eat and when. (thanks, perimenopause 🙄)
I have a few rules about what I eat and when. (thanks, perimenopause 🙄)
I broke all of them for this street ice cream the other night.
Zero regrets.
Sometimes the whole point of rules is knowing when to ignore them. 😀
P.S. Knowing exactly when to ignore the rules also includes those rules made by "someone" (boss? grumpy colleague? society at large?) whose voice is living rent free in your head. 😉
What's the last rule you happily broke?