My first size small since I was like 6, bitches.
(And ridiculous first pair of size 8 (mhnmmmmm) jeans- gold ombré jeggings for $7.68.)
Party in the Gap fitting room.
I love you, 50 degree weather.
N’s car got stuck in a giant puddle & ruined his car & my Nike’s are all soaked. (I need rain boots, ASAP.)
A little off-route from going to CostCo, MOA, doing five million loads of laundry at mom’s, & going to HIIT & getting my ass kicked.
But the weather is just too beautiful. So I won’t complain.
You know you’re from Minnesota when you consider 45 degrees in March ‘really nice out’
That’s shorts weather.
I went outside without a jacket yesterday.
This week has been a rough week to be a girl. I’ve been harassed, ignored, underestimated, avoided, & told I was not good enough.
I’m a girl. I’m young. I find some days that it’s not in my favor, this whole being a leader, being a so-called expert in an area where society thinks men are the real experts, hard.
I’ve sat through so many interviews where I’m not looked at once by a man, where my 40-year-old male colleague is getting all the attention until the man being interviewed tells me my clothes are pretty. Or that I look German.
I’ve gotten frustrated. I’ve gotten upset. But I will NOT let it dictate what I want to do in life. Even today, a day in which I’ve only felt defeated, I have to breathe, suck it up, & remember that a man that thinks a woman is inferior is just a sad, helpless douchebag.
Flashback to when I had large(r) legs & furniture stashed in mom’s house. (And I was leaving for Buenos Aires. RIP life in Buenos Aires.)
File under: where else would you prefer to study than right next to a pine tree?
Missing UBA. Well, not really missing UBA but rather, the feeling of walking down uneven sidewalks & only focusing on living in the moment. The US is sucking everything out of me right now.
Denne osten er full av mugg - this cheese is full of mold
Isbjørnen er en uttrydningstruet dyreart - the polar bear is an endangered species
Rumpa mi brenner - my butt is on fire
La oss plyndre England - let’s plunder England
Svigermor er kannibal - my mother in law…
Today was a celebration, a reality check, a game plan for more success these next few months. At a chain gym, I almost started crying. People at work everyday don’t notice that I gained two pounds after a glass of wine & some chips, but they notice that something is different about me down the hall when my ass has ten phones & a walkie hanging off of it.
I’m more determined than ever to finish the journey that I’m on, & have been on for what seems like a decade (& is rather accurate), & enjoy a stable wardrobe, a jacket that doesn’t let the draft in, & a success story instead of an in-progress sign on my forehead.
Today, my goal to end this chapter of the journey was written on paper, in pen, verbally agreed upon, by two personal trainers & a kickass weight loss coach. 20lbs in 90 days. Let’s do this. & start the next leg of life.
I’m terrified, yes, especially of 6a workouts again, of a weight loss coach that knows what you’re eating & what you’ve been lifting, of chocolate & cake in the office, but this girl is ready.
You gave me nightmares, I hope you know. & no, that doesn’t mean I’m going to change my mind about giving you the sale price for the other color that wasn’t marked on sale. It’s not poor customer service, it’s logic. Bartering, begging, demanding, & being a hot head just doesn’t equate to getting what you want in life, regardless of what it is. Be kind & the world will continue on in your favor.
1) pay down student loans, even though you have 8 years left of owing the government your soul
2) buy 200 pairs of shoes
3) replace your broken mirror with a new $20 mirror from IKEA
4) jet off to BsAs next month
5) pay off credit card bill & jet off to BsAs next month
6) save it
7) stock up on cat food. & litter.
Adult life. It’s awesome.
Nothing like bathroom selfies showing that I survived a 14-day Dtox with the gym. Yes, call me crazy for doing a Dtox. Don’t worry, next time I decide to do one, it’ll be a 3-day endeavor.
I’ve never been so excited to go back to my “healthy” routine after being restricted to grass-fed poultry or beef, vegetables, fruits, & nuts (read: no gluten, dairy, eggs, caffeine, sugar, tasty food). Ask N, I was a bitch. I stayed away from friends, stressful interactions at work, & social media so as not to painfully regret something later.
As much as I’m glad it’s over with, I’m glad I did it. I feel better, sleep better, lost 8lbs (bringing my weight loss to 40lbs!), 5” off my waist/hips, & had the best celebration breakfast with N ever this morning.