This could prooobbbably count as a "Rant Pt II", but we'll stick wtih "Something I read online + discussion" for now.
I just read this post here and am absolutely baffled at the outcome that resulted from the issues this couple had with Facebook. If you don't feel like reading it, here's the gist: This couple "had problems" because of ex's spying on them through mutual friends' facebook accounts. So to avoid this, they deleted their individual accounts and made 1 joint account and only friended family and friends who were not friends with any of the exes on Facebook. It almost worked out perfectly, except that apparently she lost one friend entirely to the ordeal.
This is just odd. ODD! Sure, marriage is the union of a man and woman to one flesh with God. Got it. But who said anything about completely giving up your privacy and self to reeeeaaaally be "one" with your spouse. Not to mention, it seems that this couple failed to find the "block" option on facebook for these problem-people. And finally, SERIOUSLY? It's Facebook. JUST IGNORE IT! IT IS NOT REAL. You're grown adults. Married to each other and letting some petty BS cause actual problems in your marriage? Oh no. That's just lame sauce and does not show much maturity on either of your parts. At all.
The even more infuriating part about her little "issue" is all the validation for it that rolled in through the comments below her post. ( I put it in " " because I do not recognize that as a geniune issue. it's self inflicted.) Soooooooo many women were like "OMG me too! We so had problems and did the same thing" She genuinely typed out that article like her husband was actually 100% onboard with the absurd notion of sharing a social media account. No. He's a dude. The real reason he likely went along with that crap is because now he never ever has to remember the password to sign in. Clearly, if she is the kind of person to allow petty drama to affect her marriage- I guarantee that she has that app on her phone and updates like a feind because everyone cares so much what "they" are doing. The freakier part is that to have that sort of account, they would need an email they both have access to in order to maintain it, in the event of a forgotten password and to receive notifications if they wanted them. So joint email AND Facebook. Wow. Do you guys share underwear too?
Sister, nobody is fooled. You're married to a military man. He just didn't want another damn fight about stupid immature drama. As you say- he works so hard and such long hours... AIN'T NOBODY GOT TIME FOR THAT CRAP! My husband would probably roll his eyes at me if I suggested something like this. Why? Because we're adults. We trust each other and just don't get involved in silly things like that. I think he would sooner just delete his account that go through the trouble of first creating a joint email, and THEN creating a joint Facebook page and managing both. Seriously. The other day he actually had to recover his password because he hadn't logged-in in so long that he forgot it. Hehe. Real men don't let that stuff interfere with their real lives. Sorry princess, but your soldier just wanted you happy and not fussing. He doesn't actually care.
Passing this stupid crap off as a "we did this together" action is just silly. So many other military wives I've bumped into really get under my skin with this "we" shit. The Church doesn't tell you to "be the right half of a person" and that you're "incomplete" without a mate. He tells us to be the right person. A whole person. An individual who is a real, whole person, who with another whole person creates something wonderful while still maintaining because whole people of God. All of this "He's my best friend" and "we do everything together" and "we don't have secrets and never fight" is just bull. Straight up. Please gag me because I can't read much more of it.
IT'S NOT REAL LIFE. Stop lying to yourself and everyone else trying to put on a facade of a 'perfect marriage'. Any married gal knows you're lying. It's one thing not to air your dirty laundry. It's another to just be a bullsh****r. Facebook is a only a website that with one click of the mouse can just go away. Then we can all get back to living our 3D lives without oversharing every moment with 902,834,098 friends who don't actually care what we're having for lunch, or that we're "like soooo having an awesome time with my besties at the pool #ilovesummertime".
Ironically enough, I am just reminded that I had a problem with a college boyfriend about Facebook. I was a member of a group called "Random Play". To this day I have NO CLUE why I was in it or who the administrator was. But because my boyfriend was ALREADY insecure about our relationship [because it was going down the tubes like s*** through a goose], he just created a big fight about it and demanded that I sign in to my account and allow him to look at whatever he wanted. Messages, groups, etc. It was absurd. Truth: WE were the problem. We did not go well together and it didn't make us bad people, just a bad match and it took waaayyyyy too long to figure that out. Read: Facebook wasn't the true problem. We were.
In conclusion, I think the choice was silly for them to have a "joint" account because of Facebook "problems". Either block the people you don't want contacting you, delete your accounts, or just ignore it and live your happy life. No one should dictate your life except God and you. Certainly not a silly website and it's tricky features. Grow up and stop making military wives look like silly women.
Thursday, June 13, 2013
Day 25- Something someone told you about yourself...
..that you will never forget.
When I was leaving my last command, my department had a farewell for me. Not only did I not get to select the location, I wound up paying for my own tab, and finally in the middle of it- my department head quietly told me that my fellow colleagues did not think I was a very nice person and that I really need to work on my people skills if I want to continue to be successful. That really stuck with me and I won't ever forget it. Ever.
When I was leaving my last command, my department had a farewell for me. Not only did I not get to select the location, I wound up paying for my own tab, and finally in the middle of it- my department head quietly told me that my fellow colleagues did not think I was a very nice person and that I really need to work on my people skills if I want to continue to be successful. That really stuck with me and I won't ever forget it. Ever.
Day 24- Top 3 Worst Traits
1. I procrastinate. Not too bad- but just bad enough that it's on this list.
2. I am impatient. This makes no sense since I procrastinate, but it's true.
3. I use foul language. A lot. It's tacky, but it's me.
Whew!
2. I am impatient. This makes no sense since I procrastinate, but it's true.
3. I use foul language. A lot. It's tacky, but it's me.
Whew!
Day 23- Things I learned NOT from school
Rather than rewrite- I will redirect you to this much earlier post. Enjoy!!!!!!!
Day 22- Rant About Something
Day 22- Rant About Something.
Oh man, what a great topic for me. On my snarkiest days, I can definitely get a good one going.
Honestly, my latest rant is Facebook {OVER}Sharing.
First up? Moms on Facebook. Not just any moms, but moms of children under 5. For some unknown reason, thank to the encouragement of social media like twitter, instagram, and facebook- some people feel compelled to share their every moment in life with the whole world. And I do mean every moment. WHY?? JUST WHY?? Sharing a funny story, or a public service announcement, or even an interesting news article is one thing. Even albums of fun trips or birthday celebrations are ok. But the pictures AND the stories can quickly go from “oh look! That must have been a fun event” to “WHAT THE HELL? I don’t want to see pictures of that bodily function. EVER!”
My peeve with this oversharing started in college, when Facebook first hit the scene and people are all about sharing everything. A group of girls from my sorority went out to celebrate one of their 21st Birthdays. The next few days produced pictures of the birthday girl sitting in her own urine and vomiting in public. Nice friends, right? First of all, who takes pictures of that kind of thing anyway? Not cool. But then, to put them on a public site for the whole world to see? Even less cool.
Now, I am older and as my friends and friends of friends have reproduced in mass quantity we now have the first generation of Facebook moms; still unable to [correctly]decide what should and should not go in the line following “What’s on your mind?...” Photos of your naked child should NEVER go online. Baby picture album at home? Go for it. A soapy naked toddler lapping your house is adorable- in print, behind plastic, in a physical album, in your home. Not on the world wide web! Al Gore would even agree he did not invent the internet for this kind of absurdity. Additionally, sharing the bodily functions of your precious child should also NEVER go online. Not a picture, not a status, not a damn freaking thing. Nothing. “Oh, your kid pooped in the potty today? So did my two cats. In their ‘potty’. Also successful.” Perhaps I should start oversharing like some moms about my cats’ bathroom excursions and post pictures taking a poll of who thinks which poo is Lulu’s and which is Leo’s. Maybe I will even throw in a stray cat’s poo just to mix up the game. (sometimes our neighborhood strays poop on our front porch. When ya gotta go, ya gotta go I reckon!) Or how about I share whenever they throw their poo OUTside the litter box? Because apparently, stories of little boys smearing the house or tub with poo are cute enough to share on Facebook. Sure! Go ahead and share that, but don’t get butthurt when people decline your invitations to a coffee chat or dinner in your home. Sorry, but most people would just rather not know and assume that the aroma of bleach in your home is just there because you like things super duper clean.
Next up: NEW Moms. In Labor. And I don’t mean the weekend before school starts in the fall. The uncontrollable need to post every single detail of childbirth complete with pictures of you barely clothed, sweating, and draped with a baby the shade of a beet just don’t appeal to the mass majority. Again, save those for a personal album at home. How about if the camera could just stay in the off position until everyone has a normal looking skin tone, maybe a sponge bath, and has put a comb through her hair. Seriously girls-I love ya’ll and I am so happy to see pictures of your sweet baby’s first moments in this world. But that’s all I wanna see. You and your baby, fully clothed, clean, and smiling. It’s almost like if it’s not on facebook ASAP, it’s not real? What’s next? Hashtags before, during, and after labor? “#myvagissohugeandthishurtslikehell”
“#shouldhavegottentheepiduralfml”
“#omgcheckouthishead” (add in photo of baby crowning)
“#sheiscoveredingoopbutimsoinlove”.
Just so everyone here knows, I plan to have as MANY drugs as possible when I give birth because if I don’t, my hashtags at that point would go something like this:
#makingthislittleshitwasmorefunthanpushinghimout,
“#ifonemorepersonsayspushiampushingthemandgoinghome.”,
& finally “#fucktheicechipsandgetmeamartinibecauseheisalmostoutanyway”
On the note of hashtags: #tags: WHAT THE HECK IS THE POINT? Who would take the damn time out of their day to sit on google and lookup the RIDICULOUS run-on-words people create with them? Just like 90% of MSN.com’s ‘front page stories’- NO BODY GIVES A FLYING MONKEYS BEHIND! It’s just weird and annoying. Stop it!
Next up on the rant: ”Selfies” (A new term for a photo posted to Facebook, Twitter, Instagram that was taken by turning your camera around and snapping the photo of yourself by yourself- or of friends squeezing together and taking the photo of themselves). Let’s be clear, a few are ok and fun. But when your every single photo is from that angle and you’re alone in all of them, I am going to take a guess that you have no friends. I’ll even take it a step further and say that you are just a liiitttlllee bit self obsessed?Just a bit? At least get a camera with a timer and a tripod. FOOL us into thinking someone took the picture. Please.
And finally we have the awkward posed picture peeve. Every girl ever these days has seen the Cosmo article telling you how to stand in a photo to look your best (i.e. skinny). You angle your body toward the camera, put one or both hands at your hip, roll your shoulders back, and make sure the camera is getting the skinnest side of your face as you angle your chin down slightly to make your face look skinny too. What do you get? A bunch of really severly diluted girls thinking that these tricks will suddenly snap away the pounds with the flash of a camera. Truth? There is some truth to the suggestions. Standing up straight, pulling your shoulders slightly back, and catching your good side will make for a FLATTERING picture. But for pete’s sake, it’s not lyposuction in a can. So don’t turn every photo opportunity into a “sorority squat with a cheerleader hands-into-fist-and-put-on-hips” for every single picture ever. You might look a little thinner, but you also look ABSOLUTELY RIDICULOUS because unless everyone is standing that way, you’re now the awkward one in the group. Just be yourself and be realistic. Hell, if it’s that bad just photoshop it. Why do you think that was invented?!
1. Last but not least- EMOPOSTS…. UGHHH!!! What I mean by “EMOPOST” is a status update saying something like this: “Everytime I put my heart out there, it gets ripped to pieces. I’m done. #singleforlife” or “Guess I’m just doomed to get the short end of the stick every time.” Or “After my conversation with someone on Saturday night. This nearly took my breathe away <insert sappy love ballad video link>” All this kind of crap is is a desparate attempt to get attention. We get it, you’re sad. Boo hoo. If shit is that bad, get OFF Facebook, and go hangout with your friends. Maybe even grab your Bible and talk to the Lord. He’s the best listener. Ever. Whining in public is just embarassing and sad. Stop feeling sorry for yourself. The Lord helps those who help themselves.
*exhale…..done.
Day 21- List of links to MY Favorite Posts
Since starting this little blog back in 2011, I have posted some serious and funny stuff. Those who know me in real life, know that I don't hold back most of the time. You will know what I am thinking whether you wanted to or not because I think it's only fair to share :) So without further ado, here is a list of links to my favorite posts:
1. http://asimplyfabulouslifetheblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-thoughts-on-dating-website.html
In case you didn't know, I gave EHarmony a shot. It didn't go well.
2. http://asimplyfabulouslifetheblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/ssb-part-i.html
Don't worry boys, there's a girl version too.
3. http://asimplyfabulouslifetheblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/ssb-part-ii.html
Ladies, this is true. Just own it.
4. http://asimplyfabulouslifetheblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/are-you-even-fertile.html
I WISH I was making up this story- sadly I was not. Makes for a great retell with our friends though :)
5. http://asimplyfabulouslifetheblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/facebook.html
Everyone can relate to this one...
6. http://asimplyfabulouslifetheblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-not-me-its-you-really.html
It's just amusing..
7. http://asimplyfabulouslifetheblog.blogspot.com/2011_12_01_archive.html
Great recap of a great year!
8. http://asimplyfabulouslifetheblog.blogspot.com/2013/05/educate-us-on-something-you-know-alot.html
true story
9. http://asimplyfabulouslifetheblog.blogspot.com/2013/03/advice-to-me-at-23.html
fantastic- but I learned a lot and grew up.
10. http://asimplyfabulouslifetheblog.blogspot.com/2013/03/advice-to-me-at-23.html
duh- diamonds are awesome!
1. http://asimplyfabulouslifetheblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-thoughts-on-dating-website.html
In case you didn't know, I gave EHarmony a shot. It didn't go well.
2. http://asimplyfabulouslifetheblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/ssb-part-i.html
Don't worry boys, there's a girl version too.
3. http://asimplyfabulouslifetheblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/ssb-part-ii.html
Ladies, this is true. Just own it.
4. http://asimplyfabulouslifetheblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/are-you-even-fertile.html
I WISH I was making up this story- sadly I was not. Makes for a great retell with our friends though :)
5. http://asimplyfabulouslifetheblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/facebook.html
Everyone can relate to this one...
6. http://asimplyfabulouslifetheblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-not-me-its-you-really.html
It's just amusing..
7. http://asimplyfabulouslifetheblog.blogspot.com/2011_12_01_archive.html
Great recap of a great year!
8. http://asimplyfabulouslifetheblog.blogspot.com/2013/05/educate-us-on-something-you-know-alot.html
true story
9. http://asimplyfabulouslifetheblog.blogspot.com/2013/03/advice-to-me-at-23.html
fantastic- but I learned a lot and grew up.
10. http://asimplyfabulouslifetheblog.blogspot.com/2013/03/advice-to-me-at-23.html
duh- diamonds are awesome!
Day 20- Get Real...
Today I am sharing something I am struggling with in order to get real with my readers.
Just in case my previous posts were missed, I am struggling with weightloss. I shared it in a few earlier posts, but recently I hit an alltime low with my journey. I saw a number on the scale I had never seen before and never thought I would... Talk about a foot-to-ass reaction on my part?! I eat healthy for a while, hit the gym, drop 10 lbs, feel great, and then stop. For some reason, I have never been able to consciously keep pushing past those 10 lbs lost, and go for the 15 or even the 20. Why? I mean, I LOVE food but I also really love running. Recently, though I think I have discovered my mistake.
As I enter my meals eaten into www.myfitnesspal.com, I see the calories totally up from seemingly harmless snacks or drinks. But then when I punch in exercise I see the calories allotted for the day increase. For my weightloss goal, 1200 calories a day are recommended. Seems simple, right? Eat less, exercise more. But no... instead, I think "oh, I ran really hard today. I can sneak in another snack, another slice of pizza, another cocktail, etc." So what I have essentially done to myself is made up for the calories I burned by eating more. Now call me crazy, but apparently that doesn't equal weightloss in some peoples' books.
Yes, I am serious. I really have been doing that stupid math and not taking care of my body the way I should. Luckily, the error of my ways showed up on the scale and slapped me clean across the face to wake me up. SO- as much as I detest calorie counting- for me, it helps. Maybe one day I won't have to do it as often and I will know what's good and what I should pass on. But until then, it keeps me accountable so I don't just wipe out my efforts at the gym or in the pool with an extra slice of pizza, or a sugary snack late at night.
There. That's my struggle. Cookie anyone?
Just in case my previous posts were missed, I am struggling with weightloss. I shared it in a few earlier posts, but recently I hit an alltime low with my journey. I saw a number on the scale I had never seen before and never thought I would... Talk about a foot-to-ass reaction on my part?! I eat healthy for a while, hit the gym, drop 10 lbs, feel great, and then stop. For some reason, I have never been able to consciously keep pushing past those 10 lbs lost, and go for the 15 or even the 20. Why? I mean, I LOVE food but I also really love running. Recently, though I think I have discovered my mistake.
As I enter my meals eaten into www.myfitnesspal.com, I see the calories totally up from seemingly harmless snacks or drinks. But then when I punch in exercise I see the calories allotted for the day increase. For my weightloss goal, 1200 calories a day are recommended. Seems simple, right? Eat less, exercise more. But no... instead, I think "oh, I ran really hard today. I can sneak in another snack, another slice of pizza, another cocktail, etc." So what I have essentially done to myself is made up for the calories I burned by eating more. Now call me crazy, but apparently that doesn't equal weightloss in some peoples' books.
Yes, I am serious. I really have been doing that stupid math and not taking care of my body the way I should. Luckily, the error of my ways showed up on the scale and slapped me clean across the face to wake me up. SO- as much as I detest calorie counting- for me, it helps. Maybe one day I won't have to do it as often and I will know what's good and what I should pass on. But until then, it keeps me accountable so I don't just wipe out my efforts at the gym or in the pool with an extra slice of pizza, or a sugary snack late at night.
There. That's my struggle. Cookie anyone?
Day 19- Five Favorite Blogs
1. www.womenlivingwell.org
This woman is SUCH a Godsend to a newly wed gal like myself. Transitioning from FSG, to FG, FW within less than two years mixed in with a cross country move, and a job change left me reeling with confusion about love, life, God, and what the heck I am supposed to be doing with myself in my new role as wife. She nails it right on the head and there isn't a day that goes by now that I don't think "Is this how Courtney would do it?"
2. http://purifyingpolly.blogspot.com/
My best friend pens this cute little blog about clean and healthy eating in a dirty, overprocessed, obese world. I LOVE having her in my life to be my living food journal. She always tries the most fantastic recipes, and reads so much so she is definitely my go-to person for nutrition questions and food recommendations. Her efforts are a loonnng way from our days in college where I have actually witnessed her polishing off a case of sunkist soda in less than a week, topped with some caramel machiatos from the sbux in our library several days a week, then we would hit up the coldstone creamery every sunday night where she would help my broke ass dig into a big cup of calories. oh, and did I mention the mexican place we would go to for MULTIPLE bowls of queso and some quesadillas. Yeah. Not the best choices for our growing minds [and waistlines]!!!
3. http://www.pennypincherfashion.com/
The title of this lovely gal's blog says it all. She is a fashionista on a budget, and her outfit combos are just sensational. There's not too many gals I know that can't relate to her efforts to stay fabulous without breaking the bank. It's refreshing and fun to step into her world and see what you can create from your very own closet, or nearby consignment shop!
4. http://storyofmylifetheblog.blogspot.com/
This blog was one I stumbled upon about two years ago while I was living in Virginia. She knows a friend of my roomate and that's the 6 degrees of separation! While we do not know each other in real life, I read her posts daily and really enjoy her style of writing and photography. She is part of my inspiration to begin my very own photography business because she recently did the very same and really has taken off with it! So great to see people find their passion and thrive happily.
5. http://www.catversushuman.com/
I love cats, and even though I only have two- somehow I've still managed to earn the title of "cat lady". Anyway, this little blog is just HILARIOUS and filled with the silly things every cat ever has done. It's really fun to see it penned into a cute little cartoon. Another favorite of mine related to cats is www.simonscat.com. Click on "films" and enjoy.
This woman is SUCH a Godsend to a newly wed gal like myself. Transitioning from FSG, to FG, FW within less than two years mixed in with a cross country move, and a job change left me reeling with confusion about love, life, God, and what the heck I am supposed to be doing with myself in my new role as wife. She nails it right on the head and there isn't a day that goes by now that I don't think "Is this how Courtney would do it?"
2. http://purifyingpolly.blogspot.com/
My best friend pens this cute little blog about clean and healthy eating in a dirty, overprocessed, obese world. I LOVE having her in my life to be my living food journal. She always tries the most fantastic recipes, and reads so much so she is definitely my go-to person for nutrition questions and food recommendations. Her efforts are a loonnng way from our days in college where I have actually witnessed her polishing off a case of sunkist soda in less than a week, topped with some caramel machiatos from the sbux in our library several days a week, then we would hit up the coldstone creamery every sunday night where she would help my broke ass dig into a big cup of calories. oh, and did I mention the mexican place we would go to for MULTIPLE bowls of queso and some quesadillas. Yeah. Not the best choices for our growing minds [and waistlines]!!!
3. http://www.pennypincherfashion.com/
The title of this lovely gal's blog says it all. She is a fashionista on a budget, and her outfit combos are just sensational. There's not too many gals I know that can't relate to her efforts to stay fabulous without breaking the bank. It's refreshing and fun to step into her world and see what you can create from your very own closet, or nearby consignment shop!
4. http://storyofmylifetheblog.blogspot.com/
This blog was one I stumbled upon about two years ago while I was living in Virginia. She knows a friend of my roomate and that's the 6 degrees of separation! While we do not know each other in real life, I read her posts daily and really enjoy her style of writing and photography. She is part of my inspiration to begin my very own photography business because she recently did the very same and really has taken off with it! So great to see people find their passion and thrive happily.
5. http://www.catversushuman.com/
I love cats, and even though I only have two- somehow I've still managed to earn the title of "cat lady". Anyway, this little blog is just HILARIOUS and filled with the silly things every cat ever has done. It's really fun to see it penned into a cute little cartoon. Another favorite of mine related to cats is www.simonscat.com. Click on "films" and enjoy.
Day 18- A story from my post-childhood
Where to begin?....
Day 18- Tell a story from your childhood…
This is so loaded [and late]. As usual, life and work has derailed my journey of blogging every day for 30 days. Even though I have had more time, the topic has still got me a little lost for words. I can’t think of a single story from my childhood that would really be entertaining or worth reading for that matter. Not to say I didn’t have a good time or anything- just nothing of note is jumping up.
So perhaps now I will regale you with a story from my first day of high school. That’s almost childhood still- heck I wasn’t even 14 yet! Anyway, so first day of high school: Like any normal girl, I’m just sick because I worry I wore the wrong outfit to school, that my hair isn’t right, my makeup looks bad, the other girls won’t like me, the boys won’t notice me, I’ll go to the wrong class, forget my locker combo, trip in the lunchroom, have food on my face after lunch, or even worse… have to “go” at school! Lucky for me that last one was a guarantee to happen. When I am very nervous, my GI tract goes into overdrive. Happened at Navy OCS all the time, before Fitness tests, and any race I run. So at least 2-3 trips were made; but that isn’t the worst part. The meat of this story was when lunchtime rolled around. (pun intended).
I quickly and nervously scanned the crowd for a familiar face and an open seat as I lugged around my unnecessarily big backpack and lunch tote. My parents had convinced me to have a giant backpack to carry around ALL my books so that I wouldn’t waste time in between classes with trivial locker trips. I mean, with this bag would have every book needed PLUS all the binders to go with, extra pens, paper, room for notes from my friends, even a small lipgloss and powder stash, along with a taser, some nun chucks, and a stash of vodka for those really rough highschool days? SCORE! Little did they realize that our school wasn’t that big so a smaller bag would have done the trick. However, I now also think it was my Dad’s secret way to make me look less attractive to boys. I mean- you think of a bony little blonde girl with frizzy hair and braces, hunched over as she walks because she’s carrying a huge bag full of crap to every single class. Five days a week. NO! JUST NO!
Finally I found people, an open space…but no seat. None. At all. Like a good little freshman, I was WAY too scared to keep looking or even ask the lunchroom monitor if there were any extra chairs available. So instead, I propped up my giganto-backpack, gave the lunchroom one last scan and sat down on it, barely clearing the tabletop with my chin. It was a fairly accurate representation for how tall I felt at that moment. Looking back, it seems SO stupid that I didn’t just keep looking or ask around. I mean, what was going to happen to me? I mean really?... Eventually, after the longest 10 minutes of my life, someone nearby finally finished and felt pity so I was able to secure a chair and sit like a normal high school kid, finish my sandwich, and talk to my new friends. Lesson learned. The next day, I wasted NO time getting to the lunchroom to find a spot to eat (read: pick at my food until people weren’t looking, then take huge bites and chew like a madwoman) and people to [awkwardly] converse with. Overall it was a fairly traumatic experience… for a while I think people actually referred to me as “that girl who sat on her backpack at lunch”. And by while I mean a few days, but in teenage girl world- that’s like forever and everyone will remember that until graduation!UGH!
LIKE, THE END!
Thursday, June 6, 2013
Wednesday, June 5, 2013
Day 16- Something Difficult about my lot in life...
A while back, I wrote about my struggle with weight loss. So this definitely counts and a difficulty in my "lot" in life. Most people in my family are overweight and I didn't grow up eating a lot of made-from-scratch meals. Not to say my Mom didn't cook for our family. But looking back, many of our choices weren't the most nutritious. Now that I am an adult, I have had to re-learn how to eat and control my portions. Oh and factoring in the calories included in the alcoholic bevvies I enjoy also makes things a challenge. And my latest addition to this challenge is living with a man who loves my cooking. It makes me want to cook more and make him happy... and then we just eat and eat and eat at weird hours, thanks to our schedule- which also makes squeezing in workouts a challenge. *sigh*.... So all in all, I struggle with staying at a healthy weight.
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