if the trainer says it, then it must be true?

i don’t diet. some people might take a look at me and think “um… you may need to rethink that because you should.” if they are going to judge me on that… well i’ll just say bless their hearts. now… that doesn’t mean i haven’t dieted in the past… god knows i’ve tried everything out there. and unlike a lot of people, i don’t suck at it because i get cravings or cant stick to it since i’m not allowed to eat certain things. i just happen to get really really bored when i have to think about everything i eat, how big it is, what ingredients it contains, etc. so i gave up on dieting.

now, don’t get me wrong, this doesn’t mean that i don’t eat healthy things. i actually eat very well. not only am i fortunate in that i don’t particularly like sweets (yes… that includes chocolate) or junk food or fried food, but somewhere along the line i’ve absorbed and assimilated the “diet” information that is helpful. don’t eat until you are stuffed, get plenty of fruits and veggies, try and stay away from things that are overprocessed, greasy, or super fatty, don’t deny a craving or it will get worse, moderate, oh and my favorite one (this one’s from my dad and supported by my doctor) eat your green shit with every meal.

ok so there’s the background. now for the experiment. a friend of mine has been working out (and i mean really working her butt of) with one of the mens basketball strength and conditioning coaches. she and i have been really trying to go with the “if you aren’t going to eat less.. then you gotta move more” train of thought. and it’s been going well (more on my adventures in running later).

well, the unfortunate happened. her trainer got a better job at a bigger school (unfortunate for her… not him). his final words of wisdom for my friend were this:

  • never skip breakfast
  • make sure that breakfast includes lean protein, yogurt, and an egg
  • drink green tea in the mornings

so. she shared this with me and told me if she were to do this for 3 weeks, he promised she’d see a difference. so i’m now taking the challenge on as well. i think i can do this since i don’t have to count calories or portion size (obviously within reason). hell i’ll give it a shot. another plus side… i don’t have to think about what i’m going to eat. woah! also i’ve been doing reasearch on green tea and apparently it’s hella good for you beating up cancer and such so i’m in. plus it has caffine. hells yeah.

so i’m on day two. doing well. only thing is i had to start adding honey to the tea… i’m southern and we just can’t do unsweetened tea.


on nephews and flip flop tans

you know that special type of tan that we all typically get only in summer? the flip-flop tan… you know that sexy line of white going from between your first and second toe down each side of your foot that is destined to ruin your image of what you should look like in heels for the entire summer? yeah that one. as a (almost) lifetime wearer of rainbows, i have become accustomed to the flip-flop tan. i sport it proudly every day at work just as a little reminder to myself that my life does exist outside the four walls of my office. a reminder that i am a weekend warrior who can convert from suits and heels to yoga clothes and flip-flops at a moments notice. i adore my flip-flop tan and refuse to be ashamed.

speaking of weekends, i need a weekend from my weekend. did i get any housework done? no. did i mow the yard? hell no. HOWEVER i did have a pretty amazing one if i do say so myself. saturday was derby day with the appalachian rollergirls. i’ve just gotta say… i don’t ever want to cross one of them! jeez, not only do these girls know how to hit, they can take one too. i wouldn’t stand a chance. anyways, so we found out that some of their merchandise includes baby onesies. guess what baby to be got this weekend?

did i mention that come thanksgiving i should have a brand spanking new nephew? how amazing is that? i know most people would think something along the lines of “woo hoo… happens all the time and why are you boring me with this?” well kiddos, the answer is this: i’m the one writing. i digress… so this whole new generation thing is actually pretty cool. family name gets continued, and i don’t have to be the one doing it. win/win situation (well for me).

ps. i can’t wait until november.

why you shouldn’t read this blog.

i can’t promise that i’ll always be entertaining, or witty, or exceptionally brilliant. i have friends who are all of those things and more. i can promise you that i hate capital letters and won’t use them much. generally, i do try to use proper grammar and spelling, but again, i’m human and fallible so that may not happen all the time. i won’t always be nice and my opinion may never match yours. if you’re still interested, by all means read on. i’ll try to relate the world as i see it through the filter of a not quite 30-year-old single independent female. i really hope i’m not boring. but if i am… sucks to be you.

since you’re still here (i’ll assume you are since you would need to be reading these words to comprehend that i am speaking in present tense), i’ll continue rambling. i’ll try to update this thing as often as something that interests me to write about flits itself into my head. thankfully this passive way of getting my voice out to the world doesn’t come with deadlines and timetables. i’ve been thinking about those quite a bit lately. the end of the fiscal year coincides with the end of the performance management year as well as graduation. this great confluence of events sounds incredibly dull to anyone who isn’t in the middle of them in real life (my real life that is) it’s such insanity that one moment of crazy is only topped by the next moment of crazy. i miss spontaneous outings to not so well-traveled places. i miss not having to plan every second of my time so that i can do as i choose. most of all, i miss sleeping late…sigh…i will power through though, i do every year.

one of my favorite things to do is get up early on saturday morning and go to the farmers market. my friend em and i have a tradition that goes a little something like this: i text her as i leave the house and tell her i’m on my way. what i imagine happens in the meantime is that she cusses the hell out of me, drags herself out of bed, cusses me some more, and then finally begrudging my annoying earlybirdonsaturday habbit, gets up and ready. once i pick her up we beeline for the market and consequently the crack station – ie. the beverage lady. coffee for em, pink lemonade for me. i’m telling you… on a saturday morning in the summertime… that stuff is like crack. i can’t get enough of it. i even pay for refills.

oh. the reason for the name. i’m southern. i’m a big proponent of inherent politeness. no, everything in this world isn’t going to be sunshine and unicorn poo, but if people would smile a little more and remember their manners, this world would suck less. i’m sure for a first entry this probably reads a bit off, but tough nuts. i’m going to jump all over the place, such is the nature of my thought pattern. thus it will be evident in my written word as well. therefore, should you want to know something specific or have something that you’re just itching to get my opinion on (which i know you ALL are) you’re gonna have to spell it out.