I'm trying to love my body.  Scratch that, I'm trying to like my body. I'm not ashamed to let the world know how much I weigh.  I don't think it's acceptable, even though I've been told by numerous people that I 'carry it well'. I know some people are going to laugh at this number, but for my 5'4" frame, it's not acceptable.  Especially when I'm only 23 and have to run the Warrior Dash in less than a month.  The number? It's 158.5 pounds.
 The boyfriend and I recently got gym memberships, and by recently, I mean three days ago.  I've taken a huge interest into what is going into my body.  Instead of playing the Monopoly game at McDonalds (which I got addicted to...all I ended up with was enough Coke points to 'buy' a years' worth subscription to Cosmo and 40 free Snapfish Photos) every day, I'm now kind of on the Special K Challenge and work my buns out.  Today was an 'off' day, because I'm sore.  Tomorrow will be another 'on' day, after work.  Which is at 8 am tomorrow morning, and I've been closing all week so that will have a nice jet-lag effect.  Anywho.  I eat a bowl of Special K in the morning, Snack (usually the crisps) and then a protein shake, then another snack (the healthy bars) then a regular healthy dinner.  Tonight was baked chicken in cream of mushroom soup with green beans and only one semi-healthy roll.  I got to 1150 calories (I'm trying to stick to a 1200 calorie diet).  Not bad, I say.

The only problem with this Special K dealio is that it's just so darn expensive!  I know there are other alternatives, but geez louise they're yummy!  I also know that I need to just eat when I'm hungry and stop when I'm full then work out like normal.  I'm hoping that in five weeks I will have dropped ten pounds if I keep on the way I'm going.  That's about fifteen dollars a week, though.  Yikesabee.  Why is being healthy so expensive?  Granted, I could switch over to Apples and Oranges, Bananas, etc. ....but what fun would that be? I mean, isn't that the 'old fashioned' way of losing weight?? Who does that anymore?! Me.
That's right,
After I run out of this special K stuff, though.  It's so darn yummy right now!!


One Year

I've been here in Austin for a year now.  One whole year. A lot can change in a year, and when you look back and realize where you were, how you got here, and how far you've come (let alone OVERcome), you finally actually realize and put into perspective that stupid saying.  One year ago I was scared, nervous, excited, anxious, and just so jaded.  Now I'm confident, still excited, happy, and I feel like I'm achieving something. 

Let's see.  Here's my year in a nutshell.
Move to Austin
Start work
go out with Aunt Nette (every chance I got)
social butterfly much? Hello.
Halloween, so close to going downtown.
Amanda came down for Thanksgiving
(by the way, I'm making friends, too...)
Met Steve
THANKSGIVING! Amanda and I had a blast
(she made out with an Australian).
My confidence came back somewhere in between meeting Steve and Thanksgiving.
Christmas Parties :)
Started Texting Steve (like...everyday)
Christmas Eve--best one I ever had (hello to a whole pan of Rice Crispy Treats and It's a Wonderful Life on the couch with Aunt Nette)
Christmas Day
Texting Steve (like I said, every day).
Lunch with Steve
New Years Eve (I made him come over around 10 when I found out he was spending it alone)
First Kiss :)
Snow in Texas!!
Exclusive with that boy!
Official with that boy!
Valentines Day
Somehow my confidence came back tenfold
Now it's March?
Huge fight with Aunt Nette
Back in School
getting sick of my job...
Baseball season!
Best Birthday Ever :)
Move in with Steve.
Getting fat and happy.
Get an Internship with Bobby Bones Show
Football season!
Quit internship (credits wouldn't line up)
Back in School!
And here we are :)

*whew* I'm freaking exhausted.  Like I said, a lot can happen in a year.  I'm as fat and happy as ever (yea...trying to get rid of the 'fat' part).  I'm ready for the next year :) Bring it on!



I've always believed in the phrase Diamonds are a Girls Best Friend. My diamond, however, isn't your typical shiny thing. Mine is covered in dirt, has nine players on it, a roaring crowd around it and smells like hot dogs, peanuts and cracker jacks. My diamond is a baseball diamond. The AL Division Championships happened last night. This is the first season in a while that the Detroit Tigers have made it to the postseason. Yes, there is only One October...and we made it this year! Watching Valverde (Papa Grande) strike out Alex Rodriguez (A-Rod) leading the Tigers to Victory (3-2) against the Yankees AT Yankee Stadium was one of the best sights ever. Now the Tigers go on to play for the AL Championship against the Rangers. I like the Rangers, but they have nothing on my D-town Tigers. Detroit needs a miracle, big time. The Lions are helping in this miracle, going on a 4-0 winning streak. The likes of which Detroit hasn't seen since...oh I don't even know when. Not in my lifetime (that I can remember).
Baseball. America's past time. My favorite Diamond. That's love.
Don't get me wrong, my birthday is in April, and April's birthstone is the diamond. My birthstone is THE Stone. I don't want a diamond until I get THE ring. Until then, I'll take my peanut smelling, dirty, messy diamond.