new real life adventure.

i think i saw this girl on pinterest (i may or may not be addicted).  i. was. Dying.  literally falling over from laughing so hard.  who knows - maybe it's not even funny, but definitely give her a try.

no.  it's funny.  i just watched it again and almost threw up from laughing (i did abs earlier...).

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i'm starting on a new adventure.  one i've never had to take so seriously.  i'm a little nervous.

here's the story (i will make it short, well, because it is short):
i had a little - and by little, i mean 37 pounds - reaction to the birth control i recently tried out (in april).  they told me about the usual 5 pounds.  so i kept explaining away to myself the next 5 pounds.  the last 25 have happened since i've been in texas, and i explained it away as stress/new place of residence/school.
and then it suddenly hit me:  there is no more explaining away.  maybe this "reaction" was a reaction and not me being lazy, but now i have to do something about it.  and i've never had to do anything about my weight before.  if i was having a "fat day"  i would eat super healthy, drink a lot of water, and run for 3 days, and i would be back to normal.  but not this time.  this time i'm going to have to work really hard.

and so i decided to write about it on here so that maybe i would be accountable to someone (the entire internets, all 3 of you!).  because how can you do a before without an after?  right?
i'm not quite brave enough to do a "before", but maybe when i have a "during" i will be brave enough to compare the 2.


so here is everything:

START:  21.Nov.  1*6 lb (also not brave enough to say)
     FIRST GOAL:  -6 lb
     AND:

• 30 day thing from this place, which actually has some good workouts (and short so you can't talk yourself out of them).  it is actually only 4 weeks of 4 days a week.  it is a bit skanky, with the girls all in their pushup/sports bras, but hey, they are Fiiiitttt.  so i guess they earned their 'shirts off' rights.
• run the other 3 days a week.
• eat salad every day.
• drink 6 glasses of water a day (i'll work up to 8...)

TODAY'S FIT TEST (50 seconds with a 10 second break in between)
     Squat Jumps - 32
     Pushups - 1 real one and 21 girly ones
     Burpees - 11
     High Knees - 122 (or 61 if you count each knee as a set)
     Switch Lunges - 23 (or 11 pairs? does that make more sense?)
     Tuck Jumps - 15 (i hate you, tuck jumps)
     Situps - 23 (WHAT HAPPENED, ABS?  I USED TO BE SO GOOD AT YOU!!!)

i do realize that the day before thanksgiving may be the stupidest day of all time to start a serious workout.  but pretty much no day is a good day if you've lost the habit of working out and craving endorphins....

anyways.  another fit test in 30 days.  hopefully i'll make my FIRST GOAL before then!!!!!

from pinterest....

"inspiration/motivation/etc/etc"

barbie adventure

arley and i were talking about our childhoods today.  i told him i thought he was the eat glue and crayons type.  and he thought i seemed like the "kool-aid mustache barbie" type.  and i told him right about the barbies but most definitely wrong about the kool-aid mustache.  my mom would Never let that happen!

so i was thinking about my two favorite barbies.  and guess what!  i found them!!


here is Wet N Wild Barbie (from the 80s! yikes!!)

i remember thinking how beautiful she was.  it was a sad sad day when i pulled her head off in a valiant attempt to braid her hair (like my sister could).  

her swimming suit changed colors when it got wet.  wet n wild barbie went swimming a lot.  probably the water in her head contributed to the ease with which her head popped off.  she was never quite the same wearing a tape neck brace...

and here is Rollerblader Barbie.  her name is apparently kira... (from the 90s - 91, to be exact)

i never pulled rollerblader barbie's head off.  probably because i was more mature by the time santa brought her to me.  also.  look at that fanny pack.  and those bangs.  i got in trouble a lot for trying to make her rollerblades spark using all the tables in the house (and scratching them, of course).  rollerblader barbie knew some great tricks.  

good taste

i read somewhere that a girl should buy herself a really nice, classic, classy (are those two different things?), and slightly pricey (which equals good quality) bag before she gets married.  i think the married part was extraneous.  maybe.
anyways.  while i was washing my car tonight (vacuum, armor-all, and everything!), that came to my mind.  so when i got home i decided that instead of doing homework i would do some window shopping.  on my computer of course.  nothing serious.

but i found the bag of my dreams.  i want to use it as a pillow.  it looks so soft and buttery.

leave it to me to find the most expensive bag on the planet.
only 775 doll hairs.
but sent from straight off the italian cow's back, which resides in the tuscan countryside.  drinking tuscan wine.  probably.

oh, internet, why do you tease me?  i'm pretty sure the saying was "slightly pricey," not "the price of your firstborn child" pricey....whatever that means.

aaannnd study!

don't let his florid looks fool you.  he's pretty good.

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i guess i can't have caturday if i don't put anything else in here.  then i will just be a crazy cat lady, soon to be crazy bag lady.  or something.
good thing oni thinks she is a dog, because then i can't be a cat lady!
not only does she think she's a dog, she is very green.
the other night i woke up to the sound of chewing.  oni was chewing my phone charger out of the wall.  (do cats chew things?)  she didn't stop until it was pulled completely out of the socket.  it is now completely chewed up - it looks like needles have been stabbing it for a year or so.  i'm not even mad.  frankly, i'm just impressed she didn't electrocute herself.  now i keep my charger in the drawer when i'm not using it.  and when i do use it, she helps me remember when charging is complete by chewing on my phone.

in other news (because i do do things that don't involve my little angry kitty), i went to my very first renaissance festival.  but i can't tell you about it until i get the pictures off of sara's camera.

i also had my very first psyc clinical.  and i learned that we do not call patients/clients "crazy,"  we call them "floridly psychotic."

one more thing.  i was about 99.5% sure that my sister was going to show up at my house today.  she texted me with a "when do you get home?"  she only asks me that when my house is at its messiest.  so just in case she shows up next week, i am grounding myself until i do a deep clean of the entire mess.

the end.

yes, i have a test tomorrow.  why else would i come here during school?

the new and, well not improved because it's just new, CATURDAY!

how in the world is it possible to keep a blog up and running when all you do is go to school and take pictures of your cat?  no one cares about your cat, only you do.

although, come to think of it, if i care about my cat, that means everyone else does too.  i'm from the "me generation," and what i say goes.  successfully.

so to take an idea from this very strange, and slightly hilarious man:  CATURDAY!!!

oni being especially judgmental as i did crunchers